lirik lagu jeru the damaja - seinfeld
ham hops, crack rocks, ooo-wops, cell blocks
biscuits, gravy, smothered pork chops
big diamond bracelets, mad lootin drug spots
high speed chases, robbiries, crooked cops
b-tches with fat -sses, no brain and drop top
guess who’s pregnant, so and so got shot
benzes, blue and green contact lenses
ya money, ya car and how live you and your mens is
knowin who your friends is, millionaire dollar shoppin benjeses
ya money how much them timbs is
in my roll, f-ckin sh-t raw, gettin driz-niz
me and ya dip, in the cut, blazin a bliz, she suckin my diz-nick
cope p’los and heron bricks
so many girls in this world, which one should i pick?
sh-t is gettin thick, you better move quick
rappers is mad gangsters, applying pressure like the heimlich
dime chicks, that i love to stick lick
murderers, thieves, hustlers, pimps and tricks
chorus 6x
lalalalalalalalalalala
rolex, fat checks, while s-x in tecks
bad ho’s, corresing my chest, sippin the beck’s
burning l’s in your projects, what’s next
it’s the first of the month, go get those welfare checks
crazy connects, pushing a lex, suckin on br–sts
sleep all day, all night, f-ck and duck the tech
dibs, the one’s that quickest to draws, the one that lives
makin moves like a chess wiz, gotta feed my eight kids
my n-gg-s in the ghetto, know what time it is
i need deep and p-ssy pampers, cribs and bibs
day to day, is how a n-gg- lives
nothing’s what a n-gg- is
so he ends up in pri-
zon, i think ya p-ssy so go get ya son
tough -ss rappers, crazy talk no action
got freaky stunts, bring some
makin all queens in my kingdom
eighty n-gg-s can’t get a crumb
dizzy broads with dope bodies, a dime a dozen
bottom line the p-ssy bangin, it’ll make me c-m
chorus 6x
jagaurs, strip bars, ghetto supastar
me and ya p-ssy out on the road, whippin ya car
i’m takin off her bra, she gettin bucked baby pa
look new, but true, f-ck like a pro likes action
no camera, co reck it and leave a scar
n-gg-s is fake and rough, but sleep like spar
to cuss, bust, dutch us and bringin the ruckus
money makin brothers wanna fight and fuss
cruisin out my flesh light, plus make playas look ridiculous
trying hard, but can’t stop the b-mrush
sun trust, all the temples i crush, ya must back up
spontaneous combustion
forty five freaks inside my dungeon
when i get paid i want it in alumson
lick a shot and cause pandemonium
crazy n-gg-s in jail or the insane asylum
brooklyn brooklyn is where i’m from
three minutes and some change and i still ain’t say none
chorus 6x
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- lirik lagu dead by april - i found myself in you
- lirik lagu dead by april - where i belong
- lirik lagu dead by april - trapped (all of my dreams)
- lirik lagu chris bathgate - the darkness was vague
- lirik lagu knife party - edm death machine
- lirik lagu blaceet - underestimate luv
- lirik lagu boogie beebies - gardening
- lirik lagu jerzee monet - love and war
- lirik lagu tye tribbett - look up