Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: CruНазвание : Lisa LippsДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop ambient rap classic hip-hop def jam Видео:
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Run for the cue Lisa Lipps Was a Rolling Stone, huh Yeah, wherever she slap slob wasn`t home And now she`s gone, ain`t no sun Shine meaning she`s gone "Hum-do-a-lah", that means "What up, Shah?" It`s the Mighty Ha drinkin` Mo` at the bar Bakee after bakee, blunt after blunt Smoke a bag of buhdah and became bitche`s with the skunk Nat "King" Cole was a merry old soul Made you move that ab, drop shit from your whole Grab a budjock and lick shot from the glock You were told to swing off a tree from a jump Run up in attics and Elvis, now I`m gone Back on the streets in the heart of P Long Man oh man lick shots if I have to Submit to me as your lord and master It`s the Mighty Ha, I`m a street Bronx, I Deliver the real like Walter Chronkite God I`m a destiny, black man Devil`s in the rain receive the backhand Yesterday, my trouble seems so far away So help me Wanda, help, help, me Wanda Be a none beast known and the Y-O-G Make your moon walk, spin walk grab your ti-ty Hit you in the head with the broom to the back Sport a pair of Balley`s and a Mighty Ha hat Comin from the Bronx like KRS-One Electrify the crowd like they shooting stone guns Rhythem Blunt Cru, Violator, Def Jam Known for tricken lyrics and smackin mad hands Ahh, don`t give a uh Caught for the cause 17 to the shot It`s the Mighty Ha with the mic and the glock My style`s buck naughty what day is it ack? Type of situation pops from uptown You can lick balls cause I front to be down Til I lie rep a dollar kickin the Willies to the Hiedy Rhythem Blunt Cru, "Baby" Chris Lighty Ponies never ran before Rain never fell Til I met you And I can`t get enough of your love, babe What!? Chim, chim, chiminie chim, chim, che-ree Comin from the top, ah, it`s the Migh-ty Hit you with the felony and a misdemeanor Hit a hundred push-ups and I got the spray Alenor Got mad buttocks, ass cheeks, yo stop Got more charges than a Nicachew pac I`m the maker, owner, cream of the crop Felicha you erection to the top I can`t seem to get rid of these fuckin chickenheads Word to the mother drop dead brest fed You better duck down when I draw my 8 luger Scoop that ass quickie, better skin bag of booty [DJ Footlong] What goes on ya heard? | Похожие исполнители:
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