Compton's Most Wanted lyrics
Compton's Most Wanted lyrics
"Mike T's Funky Scratch lyrics"
Love Potion Number Nine lyrics
- written by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth She's got a pad dow
- written by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth She's got a pad dow
Scratching
Suckas, pack up your shit,
And all your bunk DJ equipment.
Your ass is 187 when my boy is bent.
So be prepared to be measured for a coffin.
Your fucked up, wick wack scratch is kinda soft and
faggots, please I dont think you can tag this.
Cuts deaper than the depth's of Atlantis.
But then they ask, 'how low can
Remember Me lyrics
As you walk from my side The tears I try to hide Are running down my cheek I find it hard to speak This is our last goodbye But darling will you please<
you go?'As you walk from my side The tears I try to hide Are running down my cheek I find it hard to speak This is our last goodbye But darling will you please<
No questions this is my DJ's solo.
So freak it, go ahead Mike get kinda funky.
sharp like a guillotine, kick ass like a donkey.
If there is any contenders you can't match,
My DJ Mike T with his fucking funky scratch.
Scratching.
One more introduction,
In other words I'll keep bussing.
Lyrics after lyrics, so keep o
Standing In Blood lyrics
Now heaven is destroyed by Satan he will rise the promised land Now your soul will be freed through the gate find the KEY to hell cross the river kn
n rushing.Now heaven is destroyed by Satan he will rise the promised land Now your soul will be freed through the gate find the KEY to hell cross the river kn
Technique 1200's is what he's using.
Blow after blow Mike T is 1-2ing and 3ing,
but don't forget about the E and
who's got the back up. So punk just slack up.
Dont cross his path cause he'll put you to the test.
Reminds me of the wicked witch from the west.
So for your own safety I think I ought to
Tell you its curtains and
Dime Store Mystery lyrics
He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding talking crippled on the Cross Was his mind reeling and heaving hallucinating fleeing what a
then flip the quarter.He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding talking crippled on the Cross Was his mind reeling and heaving hallucinating fleeing what a
So stay in last place, you just can't match
My DJ Mike T with his fucking funky scratch. geah.
Scratching
Back for the mutherfucking '91
My DJ Mike T's in the fucking house.
Down with the MC Eiht, Compton's Most Wanted Crew.
Housing the mutherfucking set.
Killing 'em off side by each. Audi 5000