House Of Krazees Lyrics
House Of Krazees Lyrics
"Call It What You Want Lyrics"
This Love Lyrics
I had a good life before you came I had my friends and my freedom I had my name Still there was sorrow and emptiness Till you made me glad Oh, and this love, I found strength, never knew I had And this love, is like nothing I have ever known Take my hand love, I'm taking you home, taking you home There were days, lonely days, when the world
I had a good life before you came I had my friends and my freedom I had my name Still there was sorrow and emptiness Till you made me glad Oh, and this love, I found strength, never knew I had And this love, is like nothing I have ever known Take my hand love, I'm taking you home, taking you home There were days, lonely days, when the world
Mother fuckers
I move to break your ass with my gun
Gimmie some, I want all your cash
And get those hands in the air
And don't stare
And don't compare your gangster ass
To a psycho stare
I go to tackle
You in shackles
So run, nigga, run
'Cause I give you some of this, wacko
Rollin' thirty
Nigga's bleed in the big Chevy
Guns go 'round your whole town
Fuck, you better be ready
And if you down, you down
If not, you're gonna lose
I choose the side of the black, fool
Holdin' on, pullin' on
Your whole set
Disrespectin' your moms
So nigga's you better check
So who's the nigga
With the biggest balls
Who's the nigga with the finger
On the trigge
Ritz Lyrics
By Steve Harley / Cockney Rebel Hark to Roualt's white insanity, Clowns in drag concealing vanity, This is hardly Paradise, We're still in search of petty scorn. Images so dead in mourning, Clap and cheer the man performing, This is hardly Paradise, We're still in search of petty scorn. Couch my disease in chintz-covered kisses,
r in the dark hallBy Steve Harley / Cockney Rebel Hark to Roualt's white insanity, Clowns in drag concealing vanity, This is hardly Paradise, We're still in search of petty scorn. Images so dead in mourning, Clap and cheer the man performing, This is hardly Paradise, We're still in search of petty scorn. Couch my disease in chintz-covered kisses,
So don't stall, I preach from the nasty bunch
R.O.C. is the nig with the super bust
So boom, click, boom
Mother fuckers, check your rhymes
Call it what you want, mother fucker
Yeah, call it what the fuck you want
You can call it this
You can call it that
But yo, it all boils down
To the same fucking thing
Fuck it
I'm tired of standin' in the back
They're tryin' to ban my sound
I 'rose underground
Groose, a-groose
Try to grasp
This stupid style
I leavin' hangin in a meat (?)
Check it
Nuts in hand
While I chastise you fools
I choose to make rules
And do's whatever I choose
Known as a tiger
So I fight for my respect
Bitch
Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season) Lyrics
To everything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for every purpose under Heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To everything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for every purp
s on my dickTo everything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for every purpose under Heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To everything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for every purp
You better put that bitch in check
You can dig the music
I can tell by the head bob
Workin' all these wack jobs
And keep that shit alive
Change it up on a grave scene
I make green
Broke than a fuckin joke, man
Know what I mean
Caught you slippin'
Insanity is prickin' my mind
It's all jealousy
Leave that shit behind
House of Krazees on that ass
With the hellish talk
All you wack ass bitches
Call it what you want
Yeah, House of Krazees remix, bitch
Nineteen mother fucking ninety five
Remix on that ass, call it what you want
Eh yo, you can call it this
You can call it that
It's like I said before, yo
It all boils down to the same thing
How Long Will Be Too Long Lyrics
Words: Michael W. Smith and Wayne Kirkpatrick Music: Michael W. Smith (Tell me) How long will we grovel at the feet of wealth and power (Tell me) How long will we bow down to that golden calf How long will be too long (Tell me) How long will we curtsy to the whims of new religion How long will we water down the truth 'Til truth is no more How lo
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Well let me tell youWords: Michael W. Smith and Wayne Kirkpatrick Music: Michael W. Smith (Tell me) How long will we grovel at the feet of wealth and power (Tell me) How long will we bow down to that golden calf How long will be too long (Tell me) How long will we curtsy to the whims of new religion How long will we water down the truth 'Til truth is no more How lo
I fuck around and bring my skills
So I can scrape the bottle of the barrel
And pay my bills
I was homebound
With my home sweet home
After season of the pumpkin
You thought I was gone
But now I'm back
And I'm bustin' heads wide open
No jokin'
no need for provokin' bullshit
The controversy of a mind check
Everybody wants to diss
Well, who's next
Can you fuck with a mind full of (?)
Shit, we built the house
No need for eviction
Can you believe the truth
And a pack of lies
Can you see the killer
Behind the disguise
Peep the scene
I bring fast and never slow
Kickin' my fastest
To let your bitch ass know