Monica lyrics
Monica lyrics
"Too Hood lyrics"
Land Of Rock lyrics
(S. Dentone) Co-arranged with Big Boss Band Well I wanna be in Nashville In the home of white culture In the home of country Well I wanna be in Chicago In a little sweet home I wanna sing with black men CHORUS: Well I want to get rolled In the land of rock Well I wanna be in New Orleans On the banks of Mississippi In the home of j
(S. Dentone) Co-arranged with Big Boss Band Well I wanna be in Nashville In the home of white culture In the home of country Well I wanna be in Chicago In a little sweet home I wanna sing with black men CHORUS: Well I want to get rolled In the land of rock Well I wanna be in New Orleans On the banks of Mississippi In the home of j
[INTRO: JD]
I don't think ya'll can handle this, I don't really really think ya'll can handle this, MO'
I don't think they can handle this, I don't really think they can handle this, tell 'em
[Chorus:]
I'm too hood for you
I ain't tryin' act too good for you
I'm just tryna tell ya what's really tru'
baby I don't think u can handle this (I'm too)
I'm too hood for you
tell me what u kno' about ridin' on chromed out
hair braided up with the gold in ya mouth
Nuthin', Nuthin'
[VERSE:]
I don't wanna pull ya cards
play u out, call you soft
but the line you just kicked to me
it won't get you nowhere with me
I can see dat your no
Rubber Band Man lyrics
[Chorus:] (Ay, who i be?) Rubber band man Wild as the Taliban 9 in my right 45 in my other hand. (who i'm is?) Call me trouble man always in trouble man worth a couple hundred grand chevys, all colors man [Verse 1:] Rubber band man like a one man band treat these niggas like the Apollo<
t [Chorus:] (Ay, who i be?) Rubber band man Wild as the Taliban 9 in my right 45 in my other hand. (who i'm is?) Call me trouble man always in trouble man worth a couple hundred grand chevys, all colors man [Verse 1:] Rubber band man like a one man band treat these niggas like the Apollo<
the kinda guy that I like
me and you could never be
your too nice and just too pretty
and I'm
[Chorus repeat]
[VERSE:]
It's not ya fault I'm from da hood
I love em bad and hate em good
to keep it real with honestly
that's the only typa figure dat can handle me
All tatted up, or faded up
a playa dat dont give a what
I'm the only one he lets inside
when he does his ride or die
darling that's why I'm
[Chorus repeat]
[BRIDGE:]
I try not to let it sho'
but something says "mo' let it go"
and let ya self be free
cuz I ca take myself out da hood
but can't take da hood outta me
I'm Gansta
Leeds lyrics
it's dark at 4 pm in leeds the steeples pierce the skylight till the last of it bleeds the absent sound of another day as it recedes into the shadows until it's nothing fax papers slipped under the hotel room door like food for the prisoner or the prospect to the whore well fed and halfway drunk i ache myself for more until i'm shadow
'it's dark at 4 pm in leeds the steeples pierce the skylight till the last of it bleeds the absent sound of another day as it recedes into the shadows until it's nothing fax papers slipped under the hotel room door like food for the prisoner or the prospect to the whore well fed and halfway drunk i ache myself for more until i'm shadow
got diamonds in my teeth
so Ghetto
ya'll just want a piece
I gotta have the heart to play the part
and talk the talk to walk these streets
I'm too Hood
[Rap: JD]
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
call it what u like
sometimes I like to fight
get fly , get high
party all night
keep about 5 grand in my pocket
and a rubber band only rock it if its name brand (u kno')
Prada, Gucci, Polo what eva
da car? gotta have dat wood green and leather
da shoes? They gotta be 20's or better
I don't care if you if u in a benz or a jedda (ladies)
with tattoo's about 3 or 4
of somebody's name you dont even see no mo'
and you gotta have da bling
some
Sunspots In The House Of The Late Scapegoat lyrics
it was on the rotating eyes it was all on the same postcard it was all on the same damn shirt said to sleep in the same Sear's camp house it was all in the great state parks it was all on the same Greyhound it was all so many miles beneath the dirty brown dirt twenty miles down the islands the biggest mall on Earth it wa
rings or a neck piece, a braclet, some studs in ya ear at leastit was on the rotating eyes it was all on the same postcard it was all on the same damn shirt said to sleep in the same Sear's camp house it was all in the great state parks it was all on the same Greyhound it was all so many miles beneath the dirty brown dirt twenty miles down the islands the biggest mall on Earth it wa
fellaz with mo' than two BM's (thats Too Hood)
gurrlz dat dress like Lil' Kim (dats Too Hood)
cant talk with out cursin'
gold teeth, M L K
awl dats me
I'm just Too ....Hood
[CHORUS: REPEAT x4] (ugh)
[AD LIBS:]
now you see I'm just too hood
I'm Too Hood for you (tell me what you kno about)
Ridin' on chromed out (hair braided up with da gold in ya mouth)
nuthin', nuthin'
oh I'm, Mo' I'm
I'm not tryna be
not tryna be funny
you see I like da thuggish things
they make me scream
gold in his mouth woo woo woo woo woo
[chorus fade]