Aquemini
OutKast lyrics
OutKast lyrics
"Da Art Of Storytellin' (Part 2) Lyrics"
Love Walks In Lyrics
Touch some holy water Confess your sins again Cross yourself with imperfection Break the rules - amend Pick up the pieces Hold them tight now you feel redeemed Try to take a step outside Do what you disbelieve [Chorus:]
Touch some holy water Confess your sins again Cross yourself with imperfection Break the rules - amend Pick up the pieces Hold them tight now you feel redeemed Try to take a step outside Do what you disbelieve [Chorus:]
Andre Benjamin]
Yea yea yea yeah yah yo
Baby did you hear that yea baby I heard it too
Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue
Mamma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you
Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate to residue
Silly mortals haven't a clue
as to what the fuck is goin on
I'm on the telephone dialin the Dungeon
"Hello?" This Dre bring the MP and the SP
Meet me at the center of the earth and travel carefully
Baby grab the ba
Poor Boy Like Me Lyrics
She grew up in the backwood country found her dreams in movie magazines Now she's gone looking for her castle what chance is there for a poor boy like me City lights oh you took my darling and the love that she promised me After wine a
by cause baby it ain't much time She grew up in the backwood country found her dreams in movie magazines Now she's gone looking for her castle what chance is there for a poor boy like me City lights oh you took my darling and the love that she promised me After wine a
Mamma Earth is tossin and turnin and that's our sign
Omega Nigga IFO's are landin in Decatur
Hope I'm not over your head but if so you will catch on later
Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo'
Rapin her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so'
from niggaz constantly fuckin her never lovin her never showin
appreciation bustin nuts in her face when they done
[Big Boi]
The sky is fallin nobody ballin they done gave back they guns
for som
Brahms' Lullaby Lyrics
(johannes brahms) Lullaby, and good night In the sky stars are bright Close your eyes, start to yawn Pleasant dreams until the dawn Close your eyes now and rest Lay your head on my breast Go to sleep now and reste tickets to the playoffs but the Hornets they won
Nigga we SLUM, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family
I drove the biggest thing at the house
cause I knew they'd try to ram me, but I'm stabbing
Makin a path on expressways, the best way I know how
Up in the sky, East-West, no clouds
Him comin now, fuck that money now, I ask my honey how
she feeling and is Jordan okay, yeah yeah she's chillin
We should be in the Dungeon shortly
Ain't nobody on they porch see
Approachin t
I'm thinkin I see four horsies but I don't though
Nigga you WON'T know, until it's on ya
I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California
All the weed smell like ammonia
but at the Dungeon I know they smokin
Writin the raps and doin the beats to make this last recording
Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion
The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distor-TION *echoes*
{sung in a low voice over and over}
All's well, nothing's well
(johannes brahms) Lullaby, and good night In the sky stars are bright Close your eyes, start to yawn Pleasant dreams until the dawn Close your eyes now and rest Lay your head on my breast Go to sleep now and rest
Nigga we SLUM, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family
I drove the biggest thing at the house
cause I knew they'd try to ram me, but I'm stabbing
Makin a path on expressways, the best way I know how
Up in the sky, East-West, no clouds
Him comin now, fuck that money now, I ask my honey how
she feeling and is Jordan okay, yeah yeah she's chillin
We should be in the Dungeon shortly
Ain't nobody on they porch see
Approachin t
"2 Years On" Lyrics
One year, two years, time goes by. People laugh and people cry. Ev'ry morning the clock strikes eight. I go to work. I close the gate. And on my way, I sing a song. About my wife, where I belong. If the clouds get together and tal
he final exit One year, two years, time goes by. People laugh and people cry. Ev'ry morning the clock strikes eight. I go to work. I close the gate. And on my way, I sing a song. About my wife, where I belong. If the clouds get together and tal
I'm thinkin I see four horsies but I don't though
Nigga you WON'T know, until it's on ya
I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California
All the weed smell like ammonia
but at the Dungeon I know they smokin
Writin the raps and doin the beats to make this last recording
Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion
The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distor-TION *echoes*
{sung in a low voice over and over}
All's well, nothing's well