Juvenile lyrics
Juvenile lyrics
"Back That Azz Up lyrics"
The Priest They Called Him lyrics
"Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street. The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis, folks." People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall. It was getting late and no money to score. He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife. Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
[Juvenile]
Girl you workin with some ass yeah, you bad yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash yeah, his last yeah
Hoes frown when you pass yeah, they mad yeah
You gon' ride in the Jag yeah, with that head
You could smoke or buy a bag yeah, of grass yeah
Got money I can flash yeah, and trash yeah
I'ma Big Tymer nigga yeah, pull the trigger yeah
A playa hata flipper yeah, grave filla yeah
I be slangin wood yeah, out the hood yeah
Let it be understood yeah, it's all good yeah
Got a nigga scheamin large yeah, on the hard yeah
A smooth little broad yeah from out the projects
A nigga do a trick yeah, on the dick yeah
You claimin you want a picture, that ain't shit yeah
The nigga with the money yeah, don't act funny yeahProphet Song lyrics
I hear the words of the prophet I love to sing with the angels I love to hear children praying I love to see weak made strong But most of all I love to hear the voice of God I hear the prayers of the pray-ers I hear the songs in the silence I see the joy of the dancers And all the healing they bring But most of all I love to hear the voice of God We'll call on t
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Got birds and I'm runnin yeah, bout a hundred yeah"Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street. The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis, folks." People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall. It was getting late and no money to score. He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife. Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
[Juvenile]
Girl you workin with some ass yeah, you bad yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash yeah, his last yeah
Hoes frown when you pass yeah, they mad yeah
You gon' ride in the Jag yeah, with that head
You could smoke or buy a bag yeah, of grass yeah
Got money I can flash yeah, and trash yeah
I'ma Big Tymer nigga yeah, pull the trigger yeah
A playa hata flipper yeah, grave filla yeah
I be slangin wood yeah, out the hood yeah
Let it be understood yeah, it's all good yeah
Got a nigga scheamin large yeah, on the hard yeah
A smooth little broad yeah from out the projects
A nigga do a trick yeah, on the dick yeah
You claimin you want a picture, that ain't shit yeah
The nigga with the money yeah, don't act funny yeah
I hear the words of the prophet I love to sing with the angels I love to hear children praying I love to see weak made strong But most of all I love to hear the voice of God I hear the prayers of the pray-ers I hear the songs in the silence I see the joy of the dancers And all the healing they bring But most of all I love to hear the voice of God We'll call on t
[Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)]
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Hoe, who is you playin wit? Back that azz up
[Juvenile]
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up
You got a stupid ass yeah, make me laugh yeah
Make a nigga wanna grab that, autograph that
I'm sweatin in the drawers yeah, hard and long yeah
Wanna walk it like a dog yeah, break you off yeah
Get - mine you gon' get yours yeah, that for sure yeah
You fuckin with my nerves yeah and to the curb yeah
I know you
A Certain Shade Of Green lyrics
A certain shade of green, tell me, is that what you need? All signs around say move ahead. Could someone please explain to me your ever present lack of speed? Are your muscles bound by ropes? Or do crutches cloud your day? My sources say the road is clear, and street signs guide my way. Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.? What are you w
bitches know yeah, and it show yeahA certain shade of green, tell me, is that what you need? All signs around say move ahead. Could someone please explain to me your ever present lack of speed? Are your muscles bound by ropes? Or do crutches cloud your day? My sources say the road is clear, and street signs guide my way. Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.? What are you w
But a nigga got some more yeah, I'm out to flow yeah
Fresh brought some shit yeah, and his bitch yeah
We be making hit yeah after hit yeah
Them titties sittin nice yeah, I wanna bite yeah
I could fuck you right yeah, all night yeah
Wanna bring it to my house yeah, on the couch yeah
Knock the pussy out yeah, get them out yeah
I wanna see these hoes yeah, bend it low yeah
Let me run it in the hole yeah, and let me know yeah
[Chorus]
[Manny Fresh]
I know you can't stand it, dick bandit
Done landed, see your drawers handed
Freak to get it y'all, game spit at y'all
Put the bitch on the wall and I hit it y'all
Lookin kind of lonely, I'm feelin horny
Put the dick
1 2 3 lyrics
from the bowery to the brimstone i tried to find your heart with drugs of initiation the bottom of a barrel that drops i understand your causes sympathize the motivation but all the details of this war are just self-infatuation and it's 1 2 3 nothings for free 4 5 6 pick up the sticks and go home manic blood runs thick my friend are you looking for a clean escap
"in the Middle" like "Monie"from the bowery to the brimstone i tried to find your heart with drugs of initiation the bottom of a barrel that drops i understand your causes sympathize the motivation but all the details of this war are just self-infatuation and it's 1 2 3 nothings for free 4 5 6 pick up the sticks and go home manic blood runs thick my friend are you looking for a clean escap
Big thick plumber chick, and a Hummer chick
Beat the dick like a motherfuckin drummer chick
See dat puddy-cat? Look at dat
I love a fuckin hoodie-rat, that's a fact
You'se a motherfuckin get it girl, quit it girl
I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga, that hit it girl
[Chorus]
[Lil' Wayne]
Now now now now now
After you back it up, then stop
Then wha-wha-what, drop drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up, then stop
Now, wha-wha-wha-what drop it like it's hot
Now drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
C-M-B make you drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
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