Drunken Master lyrics
Drunken Master lyrics
"50 Bitches Deep lyrics"
Lazy Days lyrics
It's Sunday morning My body just won't go I'll shower, put on my makeup Hoping you won't show I'm sittin' here watchin' TV But soon all starts to drift away Oh Lazy days Sittin' around doing nothing Now and then Here or there like that or something All my silly worries Slowly start to lift I'm in no hurry I've got no bone to pick Just
It's Sunday morning My body just won't go I'll shower, put on my makeup Hoping you won't show I'm sittin' here watchin' TV But soon all starts to drift away Oh Lazy days Sittin' around doing nothing Now and then Here or there like that or something All my silly worries Slowly start to lift I'm in no hurry I've got no bone to pick Just
Fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.
I'm fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.
Fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.
I'm fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.
("Check it out, I got some bitches wit' me too though.")
Fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.
Fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.
Fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.
Fifty niggaz deep. Fifty niggaz.
("This is how I like to ride, feel me on this.")
Yo, I roll wit' nothin' but them pretty bitches ("One."),
them witty bitches. ("Two.")
Them neva-actin'-shitty bitches, ("Three.")
tattoo on the titty bitches. ("Four.")
Fine bitches, ("Five.")
them always on my mind bitches. ("Six.")
You-got-the-money,-I-got-the-mothafuckin'-time bitches. ("Seven.")
Them slick bitches, ("Eight.")
ain't-scared-to-suck-a-dick bitches. ("Nine.")
Them rich biRunning lyrics
Run
Running all the time
Running to the future
With you right by my side
Me
I'm the one you chose
Out of all the people
You wanted me the most
I'm so sorry that I'm falling
Help me up lets keep on running
Don't let me fall out of love
[Chorus:]
Running, running
As fast as we can
I really hope you make it
(Do you think we'tches, ("Ten.")
them 'who you callin' bitch?' bitches. ("Eleven.")
Quick to blast bitches, ("Twelve.")
all about the cash bitches. ("Thirteen.")
Them hit-yo'-stash-and-give-it-to-Drunken-Mast bitches. ("Fourteen.")
Live bitches, ("Fifteen.")
them fuck-you-and-your-wife bitches. ("Sixteen.")
Rain-or-shine,-by-your-mothafuckin'-side bitches. ("Seventeen.")
Freak bitches, ("Eighteen.")
them Inbetween The Sheets bitches. ("Nineteen.")
Them call me Daddy when I'm ballin' through the streets bitches. ("Twenty.")
Them pretty nail bitches, ("Twenty-one.")
bail-me-outta-jail bitches. ("Twenty-two.")
Them keep-me-focused-while-I'm-tryin'-to-get-this-mail bitches. ("Twenty-three.")
Cheddar Chase bitches, ("Twenty-four.")
them never actin' fake bitches. ("Twenty-five.")
Quick-to-put-they-foot-up-the-ass-of-Sundown lyrics
Time makes its incision,The night is bound to fall.Everything oozes, edge of a razor, check it and bleed.The moon will shed its shadow,And look just like the sun.Everything oozes, edge of a razor, check it and bleed.The dark one has a light spot,That's how they can relate.Everything oozes, edge of a razor, check it and bleed.
hem-out-of-place bitches. ("Twenty-six.")
Them blaze a sack bitches, ("Twenty-seven.")
meet-me-on-the-'Lac bitches. ("Twenty-eight.")
Them pack-the-gat bitches, ("Twenty-nine.")
always got yo' back bitches. ("Thirty.")
Classy bitches, ("Thirty-one.")
them sexy when they sassy bitches. ("Thirty-two.")
'Call me Janet, Miss Jackson if ya nasty' bitches. ("Thirty-three.")
Out of town bitches, ("Thirty-four.")
help me put it down bitches. ("Thirty-five.")
Hangin' 'round, give me pussy by the pound bitches. ("Thirty-six.")
Them do-it-all bitches, ("Thirty-seven.")
keep me standin' tall bitches. ("Thirty-eight.")
'You say you ballin', nigga? Meet me at the mall' bitches. ("Thirty-nine.")
On-the-grind bitches, ("Forty.")
nickel-plated nine bitches. ("Forty-one.")
'Press rewind if the pussy don't blow yaClothes We Wear lyrics
If we were nude
Would we have freedom
Would it be so rude
Or is there a reason
And if we all stripped
Wouldn't it be revealing
Wouldn't have to be hip
And you could see what I'm feeling
Do you prefer tapered jeans or bellbottoms
Tiny shirts and ladies' skirts
Backwards caps and baggy slacks
White sneakers and ties with vests
It's mind' bitches. ("Forty-two.")
Neat bitches, ("Forty-three.")
them Presidential Suite bitches. ("Forty-four.")
Expitidions and the Navigator Jeep bitches. ("Forty-five.")
Them double-team bitches, ("Forty-six.")
fuck you 'til you scream bitches. ("Forty-seven.")
Menage a trois like it's a mothafuckin' dream bitches. ("Forty-eight.")
Scandelous bitches, ("Forty-nine.")
them bitches in the streets. ("Fifty.")
Now add these bitches up,
I'm fifty, I'm fifty bitches deep.
Drunken Master comin' through with an ill crew.
Fifty niggaz deep and I'm growin' like mildew.
Drunken Master comin' through with an ill crew.
Fifty bitches deep and I'm growin' like mildew.
"I'll tell you what.
Why don't you and your bitches get wit' me and my niggaz
and we can set this mothafucka off Drunkenstyle.
Feel me?"