South Park Mexican Lyrics
South Park Mexican Lyrics
"Iatola Lyrics"
Smile Lyrics
Open the door and let your love come down Over the wall, you're spinning 'round and 'round 'Cause you wanted some love I'll make it happen 'Cause I don't wanna break Your fine face. I can't take The way you wanna wrap me up Inside your smile
Open the door and let your love come down Over the wall, you're spinning 'round and 'round 'Cause you wanted some love I'll make it happen 'Cause I don't wanna break Your fine face. I can't take The way you wanna wrap me up Inside your smile
[Verse 1]
I'm meetin up with the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood Hustla
Comin straight out the head though
From the brain representin my ghetto
Its a trip how they die young
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my homie Iatola in the Clover
Pink soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang coca
20 g'z on my team Villanova
Blow marijuana in the sauna
While my niggas move dope on the corner
V-12 motor vida loca
Now your bitch trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my trocka
And m
Back Seat Lyrics
ah yeah I wanna send this one out to all the jeep lovers worldwide city to city, ghetto to ghetto some flavor for you and yours and your jeep you're the type of girl that got class and style still in all you need the backseat of my jeep once in a whiley girl called the cops cuz I choked her
Copa Cabana thankin Santa
For the keyboard that came wit the sampler
Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me cuz I am the champion
[Verse 2]
Its the same ol story though
Nigga died cuz he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the sign of the times man
By second thank God that I'm alive man
Peace to my dead g's
Fell short trying to stack up they benjis
In the midst and the fog
Boys wanna squab
All on my dick like corn on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my kil
How many niggas must die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver first degree murder
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pager
I dont love you I dont hate you but I will misplace you
In the gutter for the fuck of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can suck a dick
[Verse 3]
So this what it came to yall the same crew
Old friends Southeast niggas claim blue
But I dont gangbang I claim no color
She lost her son what if that was your
I sit back in my '92 blue 'Lac
And I support foundations like LULAC
I went to Alma in second ward offa Sherman
That was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my teacher but not the preacher
I remember fuckin Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasnt making hits
I was chasing chicks having bad relationships
Now I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian some fucking bang delicious
I went from pain to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and leave em laying in some strange positions
ah yeah I wanna send this one out to all the jeep lovers worldwide city to city, ghetto to ghetto some flavor for you and yours and your jeep you're the type of girl that got class and style still in all you need the backseat of my jeep once in a while
Copa Cabana thankin Santa
For the keyboard that came wit the sampler
Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me cuz I am the champion
[Verse 2]
Its the same ol story though
Nigga died cuz he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the sign of the times man
By second thank God that I'm alive man
Peace to my dead g's
Fell short trying to stack up they benjis
In the midst and the fog
Boys wanna squab
All on my dick like corn on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my kil
A Man of a Thousand Faces Lyrics
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: John Helmer) I'm the man of a thousand faces A little piece of me in every part I take I hold the tape for a thousand races A different point of view in every speech I make Cut me a piece of my divided soul Cry me a river, call
ers(Music: Marillion Lyrics: John Helmer) I'm the man of a thousand faces A little piece of me in every part I take I hold the tape for a thousand races A different point of view in every speech I make Cut me a piece of my divided soul Cry me a river, call
How many niggas must die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver first degree murder
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pager
I dont love you I dont hate you but I will misplace you
In the gutter for the fuck of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can suck a dick
[Verse 3]
So this what it came to yall the same crew
Old friends Southeast niggas claim blue
But I dont gangbang I claim no color
She lost her son what if that was your
Alabaster Lyrics
on the outside looking in / i've never been able to crack the code / to break the secret spell / that would open up the door and let me in / to everything I've been looking for so hard I've never seen / but I feel my strength returning tonight / its flowing from the purest well to ev
otheron the outside looking in / i've never been able to crack the code / to break the secret spell / that would open up the door and let me in / to everything I've been looking for so hard I've never seen / but I feel my strength returning tonight / its flowing from the purest well to ev
I sit back in my '92 blue 'Lac
And I support foundations like LULAC
I went to Alma in second ward offa Sherman
That was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my teacher but not the preacher
I remember fuckin Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasnt making hits
I was chasing chicks having bad relationships
Now I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian some fucking bang delicious
I went from pain to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and leave em laying in some strange positions