Brotha Lynch Hung lyrics
Brotha Lynch Hung lyrics
"One Of The Last lyrics"
Forgotten lyrics
Dedicated to your cause look at all the friends you lost. Discarded because I'm no more use. Our tight friendship is hanging loose. Stepping on the people who were getting all the things you wanted. Now you got them, we're forgotten. No need. For token interest in my l
Dedicated to your cause look at all the friends you lost. Discarded because I'm no more use. Our tight friendship is hanging loose. Stepping on the people who were getting all the things you wanted. Now you got them, we're forgotten. No need. For token interest in my l
Now bigger than life is...how I'm coming out,
rigorous,and vigorous,
you niggaz know what I'm talking 'bout,
I want cheeze and lettuce, and my wallet so fetish (fatish),
and I want to break through like Jerome Bettis, (pro-status)
all this time I got rhyme on my mind, every dime,
I spend it on some weed and some studio time,
drink O-E out the Mickey's big-mouth,
my point is, I'll be in the cut trying to keep these snakes out
my house,
(chorus)
I'm one of the last sick niggaz that you've heard thus far,
you can bump me at your crib or while you'r
One Night lyrics
Lond day and I'm ready - I'm waiting for your call 'Cos I've made up my mind My heart aches with a hunger and the want that you were mine No I cannot deny So for one night, is it alright That I give... you My heart, my love, my heart Just for one night My body, m
e off that nitro inLond day and I'm ready - I'm waiting for your call 'Cos I've made up my mind My heart aches with a hunger and the want that you were mine No I cannot deny So for one night, is it alright That I give... you My heart, my love, my heart Just for one night My body, m
your car,
but I don't say that to say that I'm a super star, but if you get
high then you can feel me no matter who you are,
(verse 2)
nigga now I shit lyrics, but I can't use 'em, have your son
tripping Brotha Lynch hung loopin',
they be off that bottle talkin' 'bout,
"Brotha Lynch be talkin' 'bout, sick shit I heard he ate his momma
out,"
now how('s) this muthaphukka 'gon write some shit, about the Brotha
Lynch hung 'cause he('s) killin' in his song,
he say,"that nigga(z) shit(s) tight, but he ain't shit",
he s
Theme From An Imaginary Film lyrics
What if I told you I love you What if I called you in rhythm In this world there's nothing left Well nothing that's new What if I told you without Loving is simply a lie Although she moves into the night Oh, tell me you're mine Please say it's true Oh,
y,"god as my witness I heard he fucked them bitches"What if I told you I love you What if I called you in rhythm In this world there's nothing left Well nothing that's new What if I told you without Loving is simply a lie Although she moves into the night Oh, tell me you're mine Please say it's true Oh,
which is supposed to be wrong criticizing my love song,
you get the rope fuckin' with the Brotha Lynch Hung,
roll in formation, make intimidation, 'catch you on your weed high',
(echo)
I tore you up like a pitch bent, feelin' dick hard, well you better
get your bitch then,
It gets thin, and I'm off this Black and Mild shit,
Tall-can told me it was smooth and now I'm buyin' boxes of it,
trying to relax and deal with these taxes,
'cause they be at my checks with them axes,
(and them) twenty sacks is,
The Smile I Live For lyrics
It took a lifetime to find you And now I want you to stay Oh, I don't mind you can do anything You can love me night and day When you are there Just to know you care Brightens up a starless night Your smile is all that I That I live for And I don't know What I did befo
n the back seat, It took a lifetime to find you And now I want you to stay Oh, I don't mind you can do anything You can love me night and day When you are there Just to know you care Brightens up a starless night Your smile is all that I That I live for And I don't know What I did befo
I'm [fuck me if I know]->licin' this,(lacing this)<-close enough!
hope my muthaphukkin' baby's momma ain't no sheisty bitch,
she want(s) to publish, all right that's cool,
she wants some other shit, get off the hydro tube,
niggaz always think I talk about 'em 'cause I talk shit,
my worst nightmare is killin' my bitch for trying to keep my grips,
I'm like Mark Spitz, I'll swim a channel for my shit then watch your
heart split,
I'm doing damage your bitch, and while your heart switch(es) you
better remember where you came from bitch,