Juelz Santana lyrics
Juelz Santana lyrics
"Violence lyrics"
3e Sexe lyrics
(Nicola Sirkis / Dominique Nicolas) Dans la rue des tenues charmantes Maquille comme mon fiance Garcon, fille l'allure stupefiante Habille comme ma fiancee Cheveux longs, cheveux blonds colores Toute nue dans une boite en fer Il est belle, il est beau decrie L'outrage mais j'en ai rien a faire J'ai pas envie de la voir nue J'ai pas envie de le voir nu Et j'aime cette fille aux cheveux longs Et ce garc
(feat. Bezel)(Nicola Sirkis / Dominique Nicolas) Dans la rue des tenues charmantes Maquille comme mon fiance Garcon, fille l'allure stupefiante Habille comme ma fiancee Cheveux longs, cheveux blonds colores Toute nue dans une boite en fer Il est belle, il est beau decrie L'outrage mais j'en ai rien a faire J'ai pas envie de la voir nue J'ai pas envie de le voir nu Et j'aime cette fille aux cheveux longs Et ce garc
[Intro: Juelz Santana]
Huh, okay, put the kids to bed
Put 'em to bed now
I said put 'em to bed now!
Do it!
Yeah, yeah
It's goin' down
DipSet, bitch
Juelz Santana
AY
[Chorus]
Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music
Nope
This is violence (violence, violence)
This is violence (violence)
Violence
[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
The champ is back
Yup
This is my anthem track
Yup
This wasn't made for to dance or for your hands to clap
This that
Gutter, gutter motherfucker AY
This that
Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker AY
They hand you the snub
Dismantle your mug
A headshot have you looking like you shampoo with b
The Touchables lyrics
Speaking of which, what is your choice? Your conversation will suffice I feel the need - that's known to all Better use it up before the levels fall You can take me back to the primal drive You can carry on until we arrive Hypnotised inside Now I'm not young and you're not old I'd rather purchase than be sold Crazed friends so bold Chorus : It's not easy to conceal When you're so touchable People will
loodSpeaking of which, what is your choice? Your conversation will suffice I feel the need - that's known to all Better use it up before the levels fall You can take me back to the primal drive You can carry on until we arrive Hypnotised inside Now I'm not young and you're not old I'd rather purchase than be sold Crazed friends so bold Chorus : It's not easy to conceal When you're so touchable People will
The vandalous thugs
The scandalous thugs
That go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's put up
This ain't no damn push music
Or no hammish (?) music
This ain't party time it's army time
Ambush music
This that cripple fly, kill a guy, full blown gorilla-fied
Don't go in the club if you can't get your clip inside music
This that half a pound, back 'em down, ask around
Nobody say nuttin', cause they know they gon' get gatted down music
That pop and squeeze, lots of screams, guess what
Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Let's get ready to rumble (yup)
This that gritty, gritty for shizzy y'all (yup)
For shizzy, nizzy, I'll kill a nigga, he piss me off (AY)
Heat him down, keep the pound, see him n
Surf's Up lyrics
The waves are poundin' on the sand tonight I want to take your hand and make it feel so right I know I'm ready and I'll never be like this again And the sky is trembling and the moon is pale We're on the edge of forever and we're never gonna fail I know you're ready and we're running on the back of the wind Chorus: And my body is burning like a naked wire I wanna turn on the juice, I wanna fall in t
w, beat him downThe waves are poundin' on the sand tonight I want to take your hand and make it feel so right I know I'm ready and I'll never be like this again And the sky is trembling and the moon is pale We're on the edge of forever and we're never gonna fail I know you're ready and we're running on the back of the wind Chorus: And my body is burning like a naked wire I wanna turn on the juice, I wanna fall in t
I ain't talkin' 'bout a bush when I say he'll get beat around music
He ain't actin' right, grab and fight, stab him right
Show dude old school snatches at taxes night
Sip sizzurp, smoke weed, x up, coke, please
Dope fiends, get a load of this new codeine
That music, crack music, peel a nigga cap to it
No reason at all
This music is that stupid (AY)
It's the code of silence (no it's)
Spoken silence
Right now I am promoting violence (AY)
Why shouldn't I get the vest and spit the thing (AY)
When y'all promote cigarettes and nicotine (AY)
And y'all hope we stop it
Y'all told me stop it
Y'all the ones that keep promoting violence (AY)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Bezel]
This the shit that the gangstas love
Stomp out a gang of bud
Squeeze off a gang of
This Time Next Year lyrics
Tonight you say, that I'm your only one You cares me tender Until the morning comes The sound of your whisper Ringin' inside my ear I want to hear those same sweet words next year ooh So many lovers, other lovers came and gone Makin' promises such forever only till the Next one comes along So why don't you tell me (This time next year) Will you still love me (Or will I be losing you) (W
slugsTonight you say, that I'm your only one You cares me tender Until the morning comes The sound of your whisper Ringin' inside my ear I want to hear those same sweet words next year ooh So many lovers, other lovers came and gone Makin' promises such forever only till the Next one comes along So why don't you tell me (This time next year) Will you still love me (Or will I be losing you) (W
We gotta vacate the club music
That's how the gangstas does
Shanking O.J., a thug
Go get your glock, and let it pop
Just like Bacon does music
We the few left that does what we do best
This here, get clear
Illegal in the U.S.
I overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit
This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack a Tec
I could just snap my hand and have a nigga snap ya neck
This the talk is cheap, so I let the luger speak
Pump the torch, then dump the corpse off in Dawson's Creek
The O.G. killer is back
So if you're living is whack
Come see me, little nigga, I'll give you a gat like
Here, here's a hammer nigga
Here, go hurt a nigga
Here, go jam a nigga
Here, go murk a nigga
[Chorus - 2X]