8Ball & MJG Lyrics
8Ball & MJG Lyrics
"Shot Off - Ludacris Lyrics"
Just Like New Lyrics
That’s the same engine under the hood Carried young Elvis to Hollywood Been cross country a time or two And look at it now, it’s just like new He had a weakness for Cadillacs A girl in the front and his friends in the back That’s the original paint job too And look at it now, it’s just like new Elvis was happy, he felt pretty good Here he was drivin' to Hollywood Gassin’ it up
That’s the same engine under the hood Carried young Elvis to Hollywood Been cross country a time or two And look at it now, it’s just like new He had a weakness for Cadillacs A girl in the front and his friends in the back That’s the original paint job too And look at it now, it’s just like new Elvis was happy, he felt pretty good Here he was drivin' to Hollywood Gassin’ it up
[Intro: Eightball]
He he he, yeeah
[Verse 1: Eightball]
What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe
Like his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know
Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock
Nobody invited you and still you got up in the spot
Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, mind my business
You, somebody talk, you in they mouth like a dentist
We keep it gangsta, mommas love it cause they know it's real
Like UGK, "we keeps it real" mobbin' through the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill
You for it, images without no coke connect pills
We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know the deal
We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill
You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces
We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret features<
Letterbomb Lyrics
I can tell by the weight of your words that this is over All the should've but could'ves can no longer be This is the second death in the exquisite art of forgetting and i promise this to you i'll burn the devotion clean Filling every hole in my heart All of these melancholy moments can sometimes sink Everything you were is fiction, everything you are is fiction And if you see me chin down and toungue
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Game preachers move yo' pimpin' for you mamasitasI can tell by the weight of your words that this is over All the should've but could'ves can no longer be This is the second death in the exquisite art of forgetting and i promise this to you i'll burn the devotion clean Filling every hole in my heart All of these melancholy moments can sometimes sink Everything you were is fiction, everything you are is fiction And if you see me chin down and toungue
We players on the field, y'all niggaz in them bleachers
[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]
You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga
[Verse 2: MJG]
Man, come on now, you done shot off just like Mike Davis lost a knockoff
Or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off
You standin' it's snowin' you got yo' shoes and socks on
Who holds the key? No fucking bout it, I broke the lock off
I grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot off
And ran on wit it and broke you a whole lot off
I'm gettin' hot and startin' to boil, don't turn the pot off
You just affected wit it
Vienna Lyrics
We walked in the cold air Freezing breath on a window pane Lying and waiting The man in the dark in a picture frame So mystic and soulful A voice reaching out in a piercing cry It stays with you until The feeling has gone only you and I It means nothing to me This means nothing to me Oh Vienna.... The music is weaving Haunting those pizzicato strings The rhythm is c
, pimpin' yo, get yo' rocks offWe walked in the cold air Freezing breath on a window pane Lying and waiting The man in the dark in a picture frame So mystic and soulful A voice reaching out in a piercing cry It stays with you until The feeling has gone only you and I It means nothing to me This means nothing to me Oh Vienna.... The music is weaving Haunting those pizzicato strings The rhythm is c
Release some pressure, stop all that cryin' and wipe ya snot off
Excuses you be usin' for losin' it's cheap as hot sauce
Earn yo' position, stop hatin' beacuse you not boss
M-J-G, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' spot off
And I don't reach, stoppin' yo' plans, fucking yo' plot off
I go hard and I don't sheave and I'm not off
And livin' on the edge rebellin' I'm never dropped off
Like Aaron Hall, "Don't Be Afraid" bitch, call the cops off
[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Now you can either check yo' ego at the do' (door) or let the drama unfold
And check my Rap Sheet, BITCH, I'm almost ten million sold
I'm only rappin' cause I want to, I got enough plaques
Needless to say, my favorite rappers told me to get on this track
And so I DID it, quickly
Born To Rock'N'Roll Lyrics
If music be the food of love then play on Lend me your ears as I lay down this song You're touched by the feeling-it's hard to control Let me tell you people I was born to rock'n'roll Some people want to fight- some people want to fly Others live for pleasure-even do or die Some are born to power-try to save a soul Let me tell you people I was born to rock'n'roll It
wrote my sixteen down and SPIT itIf music be the food of love then play on Lend me your ears as I lay down this song You're touched by the feeling-it's hard to control Let me tell you people I was born to rock'n'roll Some people want to fight- some people want to fly Others live for pleasure-even do or die Some are born to power-try to save a soul Let me tell you people I was born to rock'n'roll It
By the end of the verse you'll say, "once again, Ludacris SHIT it"
Then I'll wipe this wit yo' face and put yo' pride in the trash
My whole career is like my video, I'm showin' my ass
I keeps it, "gangsta, gangsta!" shooters and shanksters
Until you shot off motherfuckers, I'm a "thank ya, thank ya!"
Runnin' yo' mouth behind my back until you run out of time
But at least yo' talkin' let's me know some millions stay on yo' mind
It ain't nothin' wrong wit that
Tell em grabbin' the thang and then I put it to yo' brain
And change everything you ever hope fo' (for) wit the .44
You'll be fallin' back
And Yacht - is what I'm drinkin' steady thinkin' bout these pigs chasin'
I'm bout to bring home the bacon
[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 4X)]