Trick Daddy lyrics
Trick Daddy lyrics
"'Dro In The Wind lyrics"
When Heroes Fall lyrics
When the men fall to the groundTheir rebel parts begin to poundThe brothers of the ancient clanServants of sacred landAt dusk they will raise their swordsTo honour the fallen onesThey will drink around the fireIn the forest of immortalityTheir freedom has been taken awayBut they will never ever obeyThe king of many liesIs the devil in disguiseAt dusk they will raise their swordsTo honour the fallen onesThey will drink around the fire<
(feat. Big Boi, Cee-Lo)When the men fall to the groundTheir rebel parts begin to poundThe brothers of the ancient clanServants of sacred landAt dusk they will raise their swordsTo honour the fallen onesThey will drink around the fireIn the forest of immortalityTheir freedom has been taken awayBut they will never ever obeyThe king of many liesIs the devil in disguiseAt dusk they will raise their swordsTo honour the fallen onesThey will drink around the fire<
[talking]
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'..
True Story.. Buddy Roe..
They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh)
Thank God for the thugs too...
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind,
with the 'dro in the wind
[Trick Daddy]
I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga
Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers
A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)
Always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh)
But make it so
Anderson Mesa lyrics
Don't leave without intentions of ever coming back. vacation. you take them if you wanted you'd ask them. alone i'm outside. red sky, i wait there. snowfall above me. so new yet fading. graveyard. run around or jump the fence. don't leave without intentions of ever coming back.
bad, Pearl had seven mo' like meDon't leave without intentions of ever coming back. vacation. you take them if you wanted you'd ask them. alone i'm outside. red sky, i wait there. snowfall above me. so new yet fading. graveyard. run around or jump the fence. don't leave without intentions of ever coming back.
If you growed up the way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
[Trick Daddy]
Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)
And wait a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)
That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga
Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga
Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)
You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides
[Cee-Lo]
Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line
With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
At Cavanaugh Park Where I used to sit All alone in the dark And dream about things That I cannot say You always said destiny Would blow me away And nothing's gonna blow me away At Cavanaugh Park Where you used to take me To play in the sand And said to me, "Son, one day you'll be a man. "And men can do terrible things." Yes they can And there was never any place For someone like me to be Totally happy
Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face
Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize
Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know
Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!
So pass, outlast, bout cash
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!
(Oooooooooh!) (Trick love the kids!)
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
[Big Boi]
Look at what we got; the rims and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box
I
American Kryptonite lyrics
He is the icon of our times, solution to our modern crimes. His trigger finger clicks remotes, as carbohydrates slowly bloat. Not fragile, or brittle. He's seeking an acquittal. No scruples, no meekness, he has but one great weakness. All the world must have a price, save yourself from sacrifice, everything will end all right. American Kryptonite. His mighty hands will hardly fail, his intellect is barely frail, he moves his lips in perfect sync, demanding an espresso drink. With passi
the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the blockHe is the icon of our times, solution to our modern crimes. His trigger finger clicks remotes, as carbohydrates slowly bloat. Not fragile, or brittle. He's seeking an acquittal. No scruples, no meekness, he has but one great weakness. All the world must have a price, save yourself from sacrifice, everything will end all right. American Kryptonite. His mighty hands will hardly fail, his intellect is barely frail, he moves his lips in perfect sync, demanding an espresso drink. With passi
Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin my chest up?
Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain
of this slang and inject it into your veins
Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a rear front face
Movin through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race
To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks
Then I slipped on some of that O with the wind
I'm bustin straight out the path like a three piece
of va-lac-tic, before you slack it
You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic
not intended for any illegal purposes'
it's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
(Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!)
(Trick love the kids!)
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]