Sheek Louch lyrics

Sheek Louch lyrics

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Chaos Perverse lyrics
In subconscious breath, where sanity ebbs and moralities wane, Cerebration in extremis, My nether world impends. A cogitational scourge. A rip to chaos perverse. Trussed and flailed, Scars of the past unhealed again. An incubus mask, A poison repose. Abaddon prevails again.


[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Ok ([Cocoa Channelle:] Ok) Ok ok ok
Y.O. where you at? (Oh!) Bronx where you at? (Oh!)
Harlem where you at? (Oh!) Brooklyn where you at?
([Cocoa Channelle:] Queens!)

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Now what you know about me
I got this rap shit down to a tee
Grams to a half, half to a key
If these alone 'gon cause me a G
My flow too deadly baby
No fakin hold the hammer steadily baby
No shakin you still wanted to pop off
Until I come through slow with the top off
You ain't real you just a knock off
Y'all ain't sick that's just a light light cough
Sheek heavy in the hood
Rims spin heavy in the hood dash heavy with wood
Niggaz try get me if they could
But they know the handle is wood and my aim is good
Sheek keeps it real, from the
I'm Alive lyrics
(Myles Goodwyn) Published by Goody Two Tunes, Inc. - BMI I like to rock and I like to roll I like the blues if it's got some soul I take my lovin' any way you can So if you got the time, honey I'm your man Cause I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive I've learned to coped with the crap and jive Remember boy, just to stay alive Only the strong survive Only the strong survive, and I'm
streets to the motherfuckin yards at jail
(Let's go)

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
I don't know what you thinkin but a party ain't a party unless you drinkin
And, I don't know what's all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama
And, I don't know what you thinkin but a party ain't a party unless you drinkin
And, I don't know what's all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Nah, I ain't thuggin I'm here to party
And I, I don't party I'm here to thug
I don't know taste this drink I think it's drugged
Then ummm, he keep talkin he will get plugged
Listen, tell shorty I got the hot tub
If she try and wash a little sweat off from the club
And, tell her friends they could come if they want
Cause my niggaz got a line full of whips
Tru Pimpin lyrics
Tru pimpin Icy Hot Tru pimpin Tru pimpin Icy Hot Tru pimpin Chillin wit my bos runnin from the po-po While i'm gettin all my dough I'm hollin at da girls like what up bo? you can get wit me after da show in da limo and a bottle of mo Ten bows and polos? When the time it so cold G.A. we so bold Light black guys and Ja Rule can't trust any ya fools who can't keep stuff on the lo-lo ju
in the front
And, I know you playmate of the month
And you model for Vicky C (Say what?!)
But ain't no runway here and you ain't there
So you might as well let us skeet, bitch, ha ha!

[Bridge: Sheek Louch]
Ok, ok ok ok (Let me see who else in hear, let's go)
New York where you at? (Oh!) Cali where you at? (Oh!)
Miami where you at? (Oh!) Atlanta where you at? (Oh!)

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
I don't know what you thinkin but a party ain't a party unless you drinkin
And, I don't know what's all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama
And, I don't know what you thinkin but a party ain't a party unless you drinkin
And, I don't know what's all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
It ain't nothin but a word to
Candle Of Fire lyrics
Not in magnificient temples Shining of gods Beat up the ghost Carrier of wealth Not in lightnes arch The beautiful altars Not in smoke of soul Candle of fire. No that who ones there in poor cribs For his son make the cosiness That and for ghost want the intermost Hartly cribs norrowness in asylam. Where ghost consoler arise the temple For his son shall rescue peoples Where he want live so as calm So
come out the trunk on these cats
With this that and a third
But Sheek tryin to chill
Get up on somethin go over there and ice your grill
Damn! All these chicks in here, all this ass for free
And you wanna stare at me?!
I don't know what you thinkin or what you drinkin
But you better go and get some ass before

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
I don't know what you thinkin but a party ain't a party unless you drinkin
And, I don't know what's all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and
And, I don't know what you thinkin but a party ain't a party unless you drinkin
And, I don't know what's all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and

[Outro: Sheek Louch]
Yeah! Cocoa Channelle whattup ma!
This it right here! ha ha! we got 'em! D-Block!
Out!

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