Royce Da 5'9'' lyrics
Royce Da 5'9'' lyrics
"What I Know lyrics"
Fuck Her Gently lyrics
This is a song for the ladies But fellas listen closely You don't always have to fuck her hard In fact sometimes that's not right to do Sometimes you've got to make some love And fuckin give her some smoochies too Sometimes ya got to squeeze Sometimes you've got to say please Sometime you've got to say hey
This is a song for the ladies But fellas listen closely You don't always have to fuck her hard In fact sometimes that's not right to do Sometimes you've got to make some love And fuckin give her some smoochies too Sometimes ya got to squeeze Sometimes you've got to say please Sometime you've got to say hey
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Unlock ya locks, and keep ya keys
The Pac in me, got me thinkin deeply
I got to shock MC's, wit my philosophy
Cause I think very deeply
Where I come from, where you sweat ya pen up
Young gun rep-resenter, from the Ep-icenter
The microphone fienin, for a microphone
Before he knew what a microphone mean
Wit them four pounds, and they soundin them off
And them slugs, get them thugs, and the ground, get the chalk
Niggaz hearts is dissolvin, involved in
What Farakhan and, Jim Brown couldn't solve
[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
[Royce Da 5'9"]
It's th
Check Your Tears At The Door lyrics
Here is the lyrics to Check your Tears at the Door: All my friends are crying, but do they cry for me? For I'm standing at the pearly gates, With centuries ahead of me Don't cry for me I'm happy, I'm finally back home I talked to Houdini yeste rday And my father's father's mom Oh I'm back home, so check your tears at the
em +Boyz In the Hood+ it's always hardHere is the lyrics to Check your Tears at the Door: All my friends are crying, but do they cry for me? For I'm standing at the pearly gates, With centuries ahead of me Don't cry for me I'm happy, I'm finally back home I talked to Houdini yeste rday And my father's father's mom Oh I'm back home, so check your tears at the
You come talkin that trash, they'll pull ya card
Who would have known, that the boy growin up playin them cards
Will soon know the music he wrote, it was so true
Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre
And N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me
To back the staff for free, I will believe
It ain't nothin +Shady+ in the +Aftermath+
Perhaps when you unwrappin the plastic
You respect whatever you hear, and ya styles is growin
Them guys is clonin, them pioneers
Rappers wanna be classic, like they Clef, Pras, and Warren
[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
[Ro
Phase Terminale lyrics
On craint la mort par tradition, La mort n'est pas contradiction Mon corps est devenu ma prison Ma mort, ma propre d?cision C'est ma phase terminale, Paralysie g?n?rale Pourriture c?r?brale J'veux pas mourir ? l'h?pital... Sur la table d'op?ration, Le m?decin compte mes pulsations Mon corps ?tant mes punitions J'ai aucun
yce Da 5'9"]On craint la mort par tradition, La mort n'est pas contradiction Mon corps est devenu ma prison Ma mort, ma propre d?cision C'est ma phase terminale, Paralysie g?n?rale Pourriture c?r?brale J'veux pas mourir ? l'h?pital... Sur la table d'op?ration, Le m?decin compte mes pulsations Mon corps ?tant mes punitions J'ai aucun
Elvis - was a hero to most
But he never meant shit to me, it's statements
Like that made me gage, White, Black, hate to make
Me say - I like, when they fight back, they
Me and rap, I vent myself
Leanin back, not knowin that I meant myself
A lesson comin fast, you dudes better catch it
Whenever the future answers ya questions from the past
And hold that, I'm spillin these cold raps
Cause I am a +Throwback+ you feelin the soldier
And keep tryin, to keep up wit the kind of guy
That'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over
[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
The Case Of The Misplaced Mic lyrics
* 2pac (DJ Bizzy) They finally did it (whats that?) They stole the mic i grip Now that its Gone (whats wrong?) I'm feelin' tired and sick (How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that long When i woke up (what happened brotha?) My Microphone was gone First I paniced (how?) I put the cops on the case But they w
[Royce Da 5'9"]* 2pac (DJ Bizzy) They finally did it (whats that?) They stole the mic i grip Now that its Gone (whats wrong?) I'm feelin' tired and sick (How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that long When i woke up (what happened brotha?) My Microphone was gone First I paniced (how?) I put the cops on the case But they w
Oh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob
Goin from city to city, seein who I can rob
Goin from makin them poems up, in my garage
Then goin on major tours wit, me and my squad
Goin from listenin to Reggie, to meeting him
Wit my palms sweaty, to him, telling me - I'm dead meat
Goin from likin, to spray the club after a night
That didn't go my way, to plug a writin for Dre
You damn right I was raised, the amazin
Hand-writin on the same page, that you can't type on
So I black out, the usual same way
The old fashion rap, til it's no lights on
[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know