Enquiring Minds
Gangsta Boo lyrics
Gangsta Boo lyrics
"Hard Not 2 Kill f/ D.J. Paul Lyrics"
Daddy Lyrics
He has an appetite for sex and cash He hangs on the corner talking trash Or rollin', in his freak mobile Mercedes Benz on 20 inch wheels Gets calls all day on his cellular phone From nasty girls they won't leave him alone He's got 'em cryin' 'cause they can't see Why he's in love with a girl like me Innocent, kinda polite The kinda girl that says her prayers at night He picks me up everyday from school And all my frien
He has an appetite for sex and cash He hangs on the corner talking trash Or rollin', in his freak mobile Mercedes Benz on 20 inch wheels Gets calls all day on his cellular phone From nasty girls they won't leave him alone He's got 'em cryin' 'cause they can't see Why he's in love with a girl like me Innocent, kinda polite The kinda girl that says her prayers at night He picks me up everyday from school And all my frien
What's the motherfucking business?
I'm tryna tell ya it's hard not to kill you chicken-head ass hoes
Talking all that motherfucking shit, but it's all good
I done caught a few charges, I ain't scared to catch some more
You hear me bitch? Come to my motherfucking do' and watch me
Pluck yo' motherfucking feathers
[Verse 1]
I'm the girl about the cash, I'm the lady with the mask
I'm the one with the trigger, watch me pull it, make it blast
I'm the one who got some niggas, I'm the one who got the gat
I'm the one they call "Miss Lady Gangsta" sweep you off the map
What, you tryna step to me 'cuz you feeling like a killer?
In my eyes, I see bloody skies, dump you in a river
I'm the motherfucking girl who talking all that shit
I'm the first lady of the motherfucking triple six
I'm the first one to call a hit on yo' fucking crew
I'm the one who got you whacked cuz you fucke
Merchant Of Love Lyrics
You're selling emotions That I can't buy Don't want the sadness Price is far too high And I don't want I don't need your package lies I've got too much in store Someone help me Find the merchant of love Selling heaven here on earth I've bought pain and measures Of pure heartache I've had all I can take I'm willing to wait For lasting pleasure With promises That won't ever break
d with Gangsta BooYou're selling emotions That I can't buy Don't want the sadness Price is far too high And I don't want I don't need your package lies I've got too much in store Someone help me Find the merchant of love Selling heaven here on earth I've bought pain and measures Of pure heartache I've had all I can take I'm willing to wait For lasting pleasure With promises That won't ever break
I'm the one who be yelling, "Blaze the blunt" if you got it
I'm the one that's yelling "Sike" cuz I got my own fire
If you haters wanna rumble bring yo' anna to the do'
Hoe you know how you can get me, you can catch me at a show
This is how I represent for my ghetto-gangsta niggas
If you want a gangsta-girl, holla at a lady boy!
[Chorus: 4X]
It's hard not to kill niggas
It's like an everyday job not to kill niggas (I'll kill)
Niggas you better know that
[Verse 2]
You need a girl that's gonna get high with you
Lie with you, cry with you
Ride with you, die with you
All that type of shit I'll do
I'm the type of girl that's gonna be down for mine
All the time, on the grind
Ready to ride, folks by my side without spilling a dime
It really don't even matter to me
Dwelling, I'm chilling in the B.H.Z.
Flipping th
Introduction Lyrics
[B.G.] Bring Noise Nigga, I got something on my shoulder - that bitch is so heavy AK-47 a test ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the block I've rob through your neighborhood, day and night Stole clothes people inside, ya hood on strike I'm looking, for ya - high and low, nigga I'm searchin' 11 deep in the new Ford Excursion Me and my nigga P. - brother D's on weed Bet should re-infact, k' pot i
e script, and coming so clean[B.G.] Bring Noise Nigga, I got something on my shoulder - that bitch is so heavy AK-47 a test ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the block I've rob through your neighborhood, day and night Stole clothes people inside, ya hood on strike I'm looking, for ya - high and low, nigga I'm searchin' 11 deep in the new Ford Excursion Me and my nigga P. - brother D's on weed Bet should re-infact, k' pot i
I'll forever be known as La-to the-Dy (lady)
Bitches and niggas can't feed off of me
I'm riding and mobbing with H to the C
P to the posse, you haters can't stop a bitch because it's meant to be
Gangsta, the gangsta is coming so hard
I be known as the bitch with the attitude
Listen, you hear me, I'm saying it's all to the good
Don't be a damn fool
You need a girl that's gone holla out your do'
"The folks is kicking in your do' "
I be the one that be coming like my name is "Cleo"
Be knocking you straight to the flo'
I love gangsta niggas, gangsta niggas love me
Me and a gangsta nigga got our fucking family
This is how I represent for my ghetto-gangsta niggas
If you want a gangsta girl, holla at a lady boy!
Chorus (4x)
[Verse 3]
Fuck them other niggas, I be hanging with my fucking click
Out to get that
Slacker (Explicit Version) Lyrics
Slacker: a person who shirts his work or duty A person who evades military service in the wartime Hehehehehe.. I know one thing man I'm gonna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flame Youknowhat'msayin? heheheheh.. Eat, drink, and be merry, tomorrow you may die That's what life's about man, good times, a little salad Haha... [Verse One: Tech] Yo yo I'm a product of reganomics, neurotic They sayin homage is
cheddar, cuz it's better when you having shitSlacker: a person who shirts his work or duty A person who evades military service in the wartime Hehehehehe.. I know one thing man I'm gonna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flame Youknowhat'msayin? heheheheh.. Eat, drink, and be merry, tomorrow you may die That's what life's about man, good times, a little salad Haha... [Verse One: Tech] Yo yo I'm a product of reganomics, neurotic They sayin homage is
Doing gangsta stuff got me sitting off in a beamer truck
Gangsta like to fuck, hit me later, let me know what's up
Marching and stepping, I got the bullets, I'm gonna use em'
Professional slanger i'm out the jump
(talking: Unlock the motherfucking do'!)
I'm packing the weapon, commence to steppin up to your face
As I buck, you will die, I bounce the scene and without a trace
If it's anna to handle, the Misses Gangsta is bout her biz
I be coming and gunnin', I thought you hoes knew what time it is
When you see me you know that it's some shit, cuz I don't come out
I'll be in yo' house, I'm on the couch with the pistol out
I be taking them chances cuz I'm a gangsta that's claiming clout
If you bitches keep pressing off in my grill, I'm a choke you out
This is how I represent for my ghetto-gangsta niggas
If you want a gangsta girl, holla at a lady boy