Dirty South
Rasheeda lyrics
Rasheeda lyrics
"We Ready Lyrics"
Undre Heaven's Skies Lyrics
Whenever I taste, Honey from your lips It?s a moment of purpose Only you can give. Whatever I hear Whatever I may see Whatever my cause dear I know you?ll believe Cause you?re beautiful my love When I close my eyes Yeah you?re beautiful my love Under heaven?s skies If ever you think ... is the night I?ll comfort you with silence
f/ Archie
* send corrections to the typist
{Behind Hook
I feel the master, Phat boy and D-Lo
Ya'll ready, they ready
C'mon, C'mon
Rasheeda she ready, we ready
Archie, you ready, we ready
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
You ready
Archie, Rasheeda, we ready
{Chorus:
We ready (What, what)
We ready (What, what)
We ready (We ready, we ready)
For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on)
We ready (We ready for)
We ready (We ready for)
We ready (We ready for)
For y'all (We ready, we ready)
{Archie:
Ain't no question bout who the best
Macy go
Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through ya chest
You must have called Pastor Troy cause boy you is blessed
And I'ma take him out the game y'all
It ain't no thang y'all
You wanna buck, I'll rip you up like a chainsaw
The game's raw, boy please believe it
Keep your bible with you cause you gon' be needin' Jesus
Fiendin' for chart-toppin' hits
And Archie ain't gon' stop droppin' shit
I'ma make a million dollars then stand on the top of it
Rockin' it, till the day I die in this game
Archie with the Phat Boy addin' the fire to the fame
{Hook 2x's
{Rasheeda:
Who came to crank this bitch up like a new Lac (Lac)
It be that diva Rasheeda, so holla back (back)
We crackin on these niggas switch,
Hatin on them snitches (snitches)
And in the mean time playa I be stackin riches, (riches)
I switch positions
Now its Phat boy and D-LO
And we ain't ready for you nigga's commin throught the door
I told ya'll once before boy aint no I in teams (teams)
Now ATL will know Rasheeda, now what chu mean (now what you chu mean)
I got my enemy in sight and my target locked
Man fuck these busters, Kurt pull it and let em drop (and let em drop)
I'm off da meter pull the heater from out my purse (purse)
And break these niggas off somthin pullin up their skirts (skirts)
I leave the game hurt WHAT!
{Hook 2x's
One Good Reason Lyrics
(T. Wingenfelder) Come on spin the bottle Let it turn And if it points to you Ill make you burn Spin the bottle Let it turn And if its points to me Ill promise you nothing comes for free This is a one way dead end street The only place where we will meet Were on a one way dead end street All alone and no way home all chances blown For you and me Lets drink another
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Whenever I taste, Honey from your lips It?s a moment of purpose Only you can give. Whatever I hear Whatever I may see Whatever my cause dear I know you?ll believe Cause you?re beautiful my love When I close my eyes Yeah you?re beautiful my love Under heaven?s skies If ever you think ... is the night I?ll comfort you with silence
f/ Archie
* send corrections to the typist
{Behind Hook
I feel the master, Phat boy and D-Lo
Ya'll ready, they ready
C'mon, C'mon
Rasheeda she ready, we ready
Archie, you ready, we ready
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
You ready
Archie, Rasheeda, we ready
{Chorus:
We ready (What, what)
We ready (What, what)
We ready (We ready, we ready)
For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on)
We ready (We ready for)
We ready (We ready for)
We ready (We ready for)
For y'all (We ready, we ready)
{Archie:
Ain't no question bout who the best
Macy go
Authority Lyrics
She says it's ok The rent just went on entertainment But who's gonna say It's just not my day She's got enough stuff to get real tough Well she's the girl who plays The holiday is over, the honeymoon is over The garden's overgrown The trust is rusted, the link's been busted The seeds are sown The sounds of my breath, what do you expect Echo in the hall The ghost of the
n' lay the track and Archie come to do the restShe says it's ok The rent just went on entertainment But who's gonna say It's just not my day She's got enough stuff to get real tough Well she's the girl who plays The holiday is over, the honeymoon is over The garden's overgrown The trust is rusted, the link's been busted The seeds are sown The sounds of my breath, what do you expect Echo in the hall The ghost of the
Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through ya chest
You must have called Pastor Troy cause boy you is blessed
And I'ma take him out the game y'all
It ain't no thang y'all
You wanna buck, I'll rip you up like a chainsaw
The game's raw, boy please believe it
Keep your bible with you cause you gon' be needin' Jesus
Fiendin' for chart-toppin' hits
And Archie ain't gon' stop droppin' shit
I'ma make a million dollars then stand on the top of it
Rockin' it, till the day I die in this game
Archie with the Phat Boy addin' the fire to the fame
{Hook 2x's
{Rasheeda:
Who came to crank this bitch up like a new Lac (Lac)
It be that diva Rasheeda, so holla back (back)
We crackin on these niggas switch,
Hatin on them snitches (snitches)
And in the mean time playa I be stackin riches, (riches)
I switch positions
Now its Phat boy and D-LO
And we ain't ready for you nigga's commin throught the door
I told ya'll once before boy aint no I in teams (teams)
Now ATL will know Rasheeda, now what chu mean (now what you chu mean)
I got my enemy in sight and my target locked
Man fuck these busters, Kurt pull it and let em drop (and let em drop)
I'm off da meter pull the heater from out my purse (purse)
And break these niggas off somthin pullin up their skirts (skirts)
I leave the game hurt WHAT!
{Hook 2x's
One Good Reason Lyrics
(T. Wingenfelder) Come on spin the bottle Let it turn And if it points to you Ill make you burn Spin the bottle Let it turn And if its points to me Ill promise you nothing comes for free This is a one way dead end street The only place where we will meet Were on a one way dead end street All alone and no way home all chances blown For you and me Lets drink another
{Archie:
You ain't ready for us, cause you ain't ready for me
Courtney B chop and knock a nigga down to his knees
Stay as crunk as can be
Who keeps it crunker than we
Nobody that's why we comin throwin bows and them knees
See our foes and they freeze
They be some suckas at heart
We ready for what you bringin so we bust ya apart
You bustas ain't hard, stack em up and knockin em down
Another cop in the ground, boy, who stoppin me now
Choppin em down, see how quick you drop to the ground
Playin to be raw with ya ball likes to knock you around
I done twisted up the game, there's a knot in it now
And if you didn't see it comin, Phat Boy lockin it down
{Hook 2x's