I burn dem red nuff gyal a say dem want fi come a stage show and spar wid di stars so dem can jam a front row well nuff gyal a love man just fi di doe
a boy to a king, any block I five five four that Nigga better know that, boy they playin' Sawed off shotty What they sayin'? nothin to a boss I put two
Plastic Timbs And My Lyrics Go Over A Niggas Head Like A New Era Brim And I Bang Like A New Era Brim Translation A Brim Is A Blood Like Me A Mac 10 Any
from a boy to a king, any block I five five four that nigga better know that, boy they playin' sawed off shotty what they sayin'? nothin to a boss I put
m coming for bishop, I'm gunning for bishop I'm the king of this L.A shit tell me hommie is your blood crip Is your dog a bitch Cause the S.A say, they
off on Rodney King, Millions vex, still dem couldn't do nothing, king Selassie mi sing yeah. Some a fling fiya bolt some a flash lightning, king selassie mi king
me If I'm coming too strong But tonight is the night We can really let go My girlfriend is out of town And I'm all alone Your boyfriend is on vacation
town from here to Georgia (I'm a crooked nigga too) It's the coldest town from here to Georgia It's the coldest town from here to Georgia (I'm a crooked
hit your town Catching Feelings [Verse 2: Napolean] Yeah, Napolean. Picture me sipping on 1-5-1 Drunk then a motherfucker Dropping my gun Or as high as a
in pursuit of groove-ology I'm getting vibes like you checking me out without a doubt I pull clout and crush crews in a rout I'm a Doberman in any given
a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Said we takin' over, one city at a time Listen! Buzz is what I
is (dope) The type of shit that make 'em feign and had 'em thirsty to (smoke) I got a funky fresh (car) And a funky fresh (broad) I'm a funky fresh (
the club real quick [Verse 1] (Get low Bus!) Who be the King of the Sound? (Uh huh) Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town (Uh huh) Lot of my bitches
club real quick [verse 1] (get low bus!) Who be the king of the sound? (uh huh) busta bus back to just put a lock on a town (uh huh) lot of my bitches
For the King has left His throne And is sleeping in a manger tonight Oh Bethlehem, what you have missed while you were sleeping For God became a man
thick cuban In a town in the South In the spot 4 pound in the couch Came back, four thou off a ounce Alls it takes is a quarter of brick And a half a
leader, begin the battle cry, Jerusalem is lost, Jerusalem is lost, Jerusalem is lost"... Ooh, high on a hill, in the town of Jerusalem, There stood Saladin, the king