Memphis Bleek lyrics
Memphis Bleek lyrics
"Do My lyrics"
Seasons Of Destruction lyrics
Feel my pain, live my sorrow Do you know me, I am destruction Conflicts brings, eternal devastation Kill the war pigs, who deceive the nations Here this message across the sea of the dead Will we ever live this dream I have bled And through politics and crime Forgotten future dies, the seasons has begun To rise again And in the dark we weep We cry and we sing, don't let it all begin These times a
(feat. Jay-Z)Feel my pain, live my sorrow Do you know me, I am destruction Conflicts brings, eternal devastation Kill the war pigs, who deceive the nations Here this message across the sea of the dead Will we ever live this dream I have bled And through politics and crime Forgotten future dies, the seasons has begun To rise again And in the dark we weep We cry and we sing, don't let it all begin These times a
[Jay-Z]
Turn that motherfucker louder
It's the Roc in this motherfucker
Bi-otch!
Oh yeah, bounce, uh uhbounce
Yeah, yeah bounce, come on
Oh come on bounce, come on
Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
(Yeah, yeah, come on)
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Yeah, yeah, come on)
[Memphis Bleek]
Do my ladies run it
Fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air
If it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it
Let 'em know that you're still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air
Let 'em know you still thuggin'
Yo I come through, few of my man's
Scoop you and your friends
You, you, and you with the Timbs
In tight jeans, Chinese eyes
Indian hair, Black girl ass
Let me pour you a glass of Belvi
Tell me
Stacey lyrics
Dream, dream dream dream, dream, dream dream dream When I want you in my arms, when I want you and all your charms Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is Dream, dream dream dream When I feel blue in the night, and I need you to hold me tight Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, any time, night or day Only trouble is, gee wiz, I'm dreamin'
all about your pastDream, dream dream dream, dream, dream dream dream When I want you in my arms, when I want you and all your charms Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is Dream, dream dream dream When I feel blue in the night, and I need you to hold me tight Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, any time, night or day Only trouble is, gee wiz, I'm dreamin'
Let me console your soul
While I palm your ass
And your man did what?
He ain't give you?
He cheated with her
I can't diss duke
I tell you this though
Get with this dude
I'll teach you about dough
And show you what this do
(It's a secret society, all we ask is trust)
But I don't freeze bitches
Just skeeze bitches
Break up happy homes
Just seize misses
You'll never get her back once you get a yacht
How you love that?
How you love that?
[Jay-Z]
Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
(Yeah, yeah, come on)
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Yeah, yeah, come on)
[Memphis Bleek]
Do my ladies run it
Fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air
If it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it
Lady Godiva's Operation lyrics
Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely, Pats the head of another curly-haired boy, Just another toy. Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely, Saying words that have oh so clearly been said So long ago. Draperies wrapped gently around her shoulder, Life has made her that much bolder now That she [has] found out how. Dressed in silk, latin lace and envy, Pride and joy of the latest penny-fare, Pretty pass
Let 'em know that you're still gunnin'Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely, Pats the head of another curly-haired boy, Just another toy. Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely, Saying words that have oh so clearly been said So long ago. Draperies wrapped gently around her shoulder, Life has made her that much bolder now That she [has] found out how. Dressed in silk, latin lace and envy, Pride and joy of the latest penny-fare, Pretty pass
Throw a drink in the air
Let 'em know you still thuggin'
Ay yo back woods rollin'
Rap you can't hold 'em
ROC gear matchin' crews
Bleek is chillin', Murda is chillin'
What more can I say?
We still killin' em
Bags we still dealin' em
Four wheels, we wheelin' them
Chicks like I'm feelin' him
Yeah ma okay
Black jeans and Timberlands
Give them adrenaline rush
Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us
We the R-O-C and we don't stop
They don't make a gun that we don't pop
Matter fact they don't make a car that we don't drop
Thought you knew they don't make jewels that we don't cop
What you knew? You actin' like the ROC ain't hot
Or the car that I cop ain't missin' a top
And even if they don't make drops that kind
all across the continents everywhere a soul is sent a new mix of the races is takln it's what Hitler didn' t like and it makes a pretty sight just look at what you see on your mtv out on the edges they' re mixin' the colors some they don' t like it but me i don' t mind in every city they' re mixing the colors different shades for the whole countryside if you leave the hate
[Jay-Z]
Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
(Yeah, yeah, come on)
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Come on, come on
[Memphis Bleek]
Do my ladies run it
Fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air
If it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it
Let 'em know that you're still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air
Let 'em know you still thuggin'
[Jay-Z]
Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
(Okay)
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Uh-huh, okay, uh-huh)
Come on, come on
It's the R-O-C, we don't stop
It's the R-O-C, we don't stop
It's the R-O-C, we don't stop
Uh Memp Bleek, The Understanding niggas
Get your mind right, ha-ha