Crime Mob Lyrics
Crime Mob Lyrics
"Fuck Nigga Lyrics"
You Want War Lyrics
Krayzie Bone Shit...How many times we got to tell yall motherfuckers,bitch stay the fuck out my motherfuckin face, keep my name out your mouth But naw so yall wanna be the rivals but nigga we bring'in hell upon in your party, you figure you got just what you wanna ya
Krayzie Bone Shit...How many times we got to tell yall motherfuckers,bitch stay the fuck out my motherfuckin face, keep my name out your mouth But naw so yall wanna be the rivals but nigga we bring'in hell upon in your party, you figure you got just what you wanna ya
[Intro]
Yeeah (Aiight) [repeat 7x]
Yeeah
Ol' stankin ass (Hoe) Jank ass (Hoe)
Suck my dick you (Hoe) Ol' fat ass (Hoe)
But aiight! We finna get these lame ass niggaz
You see a hoe ass nigga, call his ass out. Aye! Aye!
[chorus 4x]
Fuck nigga yous a (Hoe) Pull a trigga on that (Hoe)
Stomp his ass like (Hoe) Ol' lame ass (Hoe)
[verse 1]
I'ma tell you how it is nigga you betta get the fuck back
cause a nigga like me don't give a fuck
A nigga suppose to gon leave yo ass choked
if you know you ain't ready you gonna get drug
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger Lyrics
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger Work it Make it Do it Makes us Harder Better Faster Stronger More than Hour Our Never Ever After Work is Over Work it Make it Do it Makes us Hard
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger Work it Make it Do it Makes us Harder Better Faster Stronger More than Hour Our Never Ever After Work is Over Work it Make it Do it Makes us Hard
Off in the club you claimin yo set
I'm strapped wit my vest I shot in the air
You sound like a bitch yo ass I'ma hit
you tyin to go hide cause we gon be there
You ain't from that Wood you ain't from my click
you ain't from my row you neva could hang
You labled a duck we ready to buck
we don't give a fuck cause you is a lame
Step right here homeboy you bout it
he won't swing I know I doubt it
One hitter quitter yo ass get popped
so watch this parkin lot get rowdy
Watch this parkin lot get rowdy, watch this parkin lot go (ohhh)
Pop wi
Kool G Rap - Where You At? Lyrics
[ CHORUS ] [ Kool G Rap ] Yo, if you make a lotta cream and don't share them stacks [ Prodigy ] Yeah, it ain't where you from, it's where you at I know a lotta niggas that'll tear your back [ Kool G Rap ] It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at [ Prodi
t a glock and I stay wit a K[ CHORUS ] [ Kool G Rap ] Yo, if you make a lotta cream and don't share them stacks [ Prodigy ] Yeah, it ain't where you from, it's where you at I know a lotta niggas that'll tear your back [ Kool G Rap ] It ain't where you from, kid, it's where you at [ Prodi
If you come my way I'ma act a fool
I walk in the club and I see me a nigga
Back the fuck up 'fore I show you who reala
Whats up wit ya fuck nigga
Crime Mob the niggaz who labled some killaz
[chorus 4x]
[verse 2]
Ol' sucka ass, busta ass, cryin to yo momma ass
I'ma keep up drama I'm a muthafuckin plum ass
See you just a dumb ass go on wit yo young ass
Try me like a sucka but I know you just a lame ass
Nigga how you figga that you reala than the MIG
Step off in my turf that Ellenwood gon be backin me<
Turn Out The Light Lyrics
Lover, lover, why is there light in the itchy gitchy evening and it's dark outside And what's the difference between wrong and right wrong and right Isn't it funny how pain goes away and then comes back another day
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In my section they glad to see a nigga that don't give a fuckLover, lover, why is there light in the itchy gitchy evening and it's dark outside And what's the difference between wrong and right wrong and right Isn't it funny how pain goes away and then comes back another day
Stomp you to the floor and tell you get yo pussy ass up
Pick that nigga ass up, tear his lame ass up
Niggaz representin Ellenwood time to mass up
Buck up out that M.O.B., said that my name is MIG
Throwin blows like Johnny Cage, you think you wanna fuck wit me
Let a damn nigga know, we can brang it to the door
Do this shit like Pastor Troy Uuh Huh I'm outside hoe
Swervin in the Tahoe, if you wanna try hoe
Take my fuckin word I ain't got no reason to lie hoe
[chorus]