Lil' Jon lyrics
Lil' Jon lyrics
"Rep Yo City lyrics"
32nd Floor lyrics
Don't believe his heart, I beg you please it lies There's murder in the eyes of men and treason in the sky She crossed the room in honour and took his words in vain He smiled the smile of murder And in his head, shook his hand Take me to your sister -in you and her is love It's beautiful and soothing, it's logic and it's sane Take me through the evening, on my 32nd floor And I'll never ask for more Money is the heartache, moral is the shame Duty comes to those who love the numbers and the name So find the State of Israel, find the State of Rome Cr
Don't believe his heart, I beg you please it lies There's murder in the eyes of men and treason in the sky She crossed the room in honour and took his words in vain He smiled the smile of murder And in his head, shook his hand Take me to your sister -in you and her is love It's beautiful and soothing, it's logic and it's sane Take me through the evening, on my 32nd floor And I'll never ask for more Money is the heartache, moral is the shame Duty comes to those who love the numbers and the name So find the State of Israel, find the State of Rome Cr
[Hook: Lil' Jon + (Petey Pablo) - 2X]
Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
[Hook 2: Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys]
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
[Lil' Jon - 2X]
Cut loose motherfucker, go bad go hard!
In the club motherfucker, go bad go hard!
In the truck motherfucker, go bad go hard!
Throw it up motherfucker, go bad go hard!
[E-40]
We 30 deep (30 deep) we bleed the block (bleed the block)
We milk the Ave. for damn near e'rythang the Ave. got (Ave. got)
We do the fools (do the fools) we act a nut (act a nut)
We set it off up in this bitch and tear the club up
What it do? What it is pimp juice?
We got a car with the cups in the trunk
For the thugs and the broads with the G-string drawers
up in here straight break it all off (break it all off)
Where the big dawgs
All Uncovered lyrics
Lying in bedrooms is easy It's not like it's five years ago Lately you're over my body 'Cause that's just the place that I want you to be Look at the pictures you've gotten They're like signals from oncoming cars We're covered and caked from the last time I know it sounds weird, we collect it in jars 'Cause that's just the place that I wannabe Oh can't you see it's the life I don't need Please don't make this thing up for me (The way that I wannabe) Oh can't you see it's the life I don't need Please don't make this thing up for me Driving in style
at? What city or set ya claim?Lying in bedrooms is easy It's not like it's five years ago Lately you're over my body 'Cause that's just the place that I want you to be Look at the pictures you've gotten They're like signals from oncoming cars We're covered and caked from the last time I know it sounds weird, we collect it in jars 'Cause that's just the place that I wannabe Oh can't you see it's the life I don't need Please don't make this thing up for me (The way that I wannabe) Oh can't you see it's the life I don't need Please don't make this thing up for me Driving in style
Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne
Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost ya chain
outta control, we so cold (so cold)
I'm on another level (another level)
Went head up with the devil (with the devil)
I never been a sucka (been a sucka)
I always been a rebel (been a rebel)
What's your stompin ground? (stompin ground)
What turf you from? (turf you from)
What's you city playboy (what's yo city?) mine 9-4-5-9-1
Vallejo! That's all I yell (that's all I yell)
Speakin of yea' I hope I never have to go back to slangin llello (slangin llello)
We fuckin around (fuckin around) like my niggaz out there in Oak Cliff D-Town
Puttin it down from my house all the way to yo' house
back to the fuckin south!
[Hook: 2X + Hook 2]
[Petey Pablo]
Could it be the way that I be reppin (WHYYY!) for my niggaz?
Could it be the way that Petey Petey (RIIDE!) for my niggaz?
Showin niggaz love (love) raise up motherfucker!
You need to be reachin down pullin yo God-damn shirt up, that's love!
Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever
The Source Of Icon E lyrics
The land was created, in the name of the chosen, and the waves thrown, for men to see the one who made men to be. Prevailed from the source of Icon E. The waves of fury, prevailed from the source of Icon E. Were mine to be ordered to destroy and bury. No remorse! The destiny of the wave, was not to be found. Nor was I travelling the deadly sea alone. The sun never rose and my rose was not to be. For what purpose I gave my return is stil standing alone. And as the raven dropped a feather on me. I was again to be the chosen one...
you call your homeThe land was created, in the name of the chosen, and the waves thrown, for men to see the one who made men to be. Prevailed from the source of Icon E. The waves of fury, prevailed from the source of Icon E. Were mine to be ordered to destroy and bury. No remorse! The destiny of the wave, was not to be found. Nor was I travelling the deadly sea alone. The sun never rose and my rose was not to be. For what purpose I gave my return is stil standing alone. And as the raven dropped a feather on me. I was again to be the chosen one...
Wherever you lay yo' God-damn Kangol down motherfucker!
Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick that butter
Wherever yo' ass got lots of fat for all that God-damn trunk
Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayin
I took a unknown piece land (and planted) a God-damn flag!
Say I didn't (DID!) motherfucker I'd die for this
I done my God-damn thang, I brought my folks in this somma bitch
Hot Atlanta! The Bay Area!
Y'all niggaz don't want no noise (noise!) with Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys
(Boys!) Y'all niggaz don't want no shit (shit) with E-40 & The Click
(The Click) And you can say whatchu want homeboy
(homeboy) I'll always be the one that ill!
[Hook: 2X + Hook 2]
[Bun B]
From the land of the trill, where the vanity's real
And yo man'll be peeled or at least branded, God-damnit we ill
More horror than "Amityville", no sorrow; hand me the steel
Your tomorrow I can't even feel - oughta be plannin ya will
UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we stoppin ya smile
Keepin boppers in file, standin on top of
Third World Service lyrics
Crisis in the nightNo lighting in the ballroomVoices come and goTalking MichaelangeloDown in the forestThe insect Kindom gathersPictures getting restlesTrouble in the Night. Waiting for the moonsoonNo lighting in the ballroom. (repeat) Finger in the skyThey're jamming all the airwavesSearching for the traitorThat blew the generatorOh,Mother - couldn't find a candleMan, this station's justo to hot to ....(hanlde)Waiting for the moonsonNo lighting in the ballroomBlood flecked voicesDistortion and gainStatic interference, short wave rainAnd there's n
the pileCrisis in the nightNo lighting in the ballroomVoices come and goTalking MichaelangeloDown in the forestThe insect Kindom gathersPictures getting restlesTrouble in the Night. Waiting for the moonsoonNo lighting in the ballroom. (repeat) Finger in the skyThey're jamming all the airwavesSearching for the traitorThat blew the generatorOh,Mother - couldn't find a candleMan, this station's justo to hot to ....(hanlde)Waiting for the moonsonNo lighting in the ballroomBlood flecked voicesDistortion and gainStatic interference, short wave rainAnd there's n
And you'll get popped with a smile, this ain't bout shoppin and style
This bout syrup and candy paint, you see us choppin for miles
Out the black and the 'Lac, swingers clap and if they take yo' flax
You'll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks and you'll crack-back yo' back
Hold up, they got game to sell ya, from drugs to paraphenalia
Gun that'll never fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll tell ya
[Eightball]
Memph', Tenn representer (uhh) Orange Mile nigga (yeah)
Symbol of the south, legendary rhyme spitter (uh-huh)
From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods (uhh)
From A-T-L to M-I-A, deep off in the hood (yeah)
Twankies on coupes (yeah) money-makin sluts (what)
You trippin if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks
Dogs in the yard (yeah) pistol on the seat (uhh)
Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks
My nigga Earl hollered (whassup) big Ball got it poppin (that's right)
Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and dropped it
For all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it crunk
Represent yo' city, let 'em know where you from
[Hook + Hook 2]