Dru Down lyrics

Dru Down lyrics

"Ice Cream Man lyrics"

Abysmo lyrics
Men with both roots and wings they tie us down and ask us to leave they are teachings unheard, they are bodies on smoke Men with both roots and wings at a singular voice we moan our teachings mislead, our teachings like smoke we sleep between the storm that was and the storm which has to come We've learnt to learn everywhere and the very own nature has taught us to wait difference does sound like sin, equality reliefs and that fame rhymes with hate
Man I'm outa cream 
Get your ice cream, ice cream
Not Ice-T not Ice Cube, ice cream
Thangs have thangs
Q P's, zippers what ever you need 
Hard, soft get your ice cream
Ice cream
Ice cream

Well its the ice cream bitch don't you hear the music
I got the shit fiends want, holla at me when they use it
I got shit sold, I pimp those broke ass nymphoes
Got them sukin dick in pintos
I guarantee its not a soda rock
You can bring cash money foo
Stamp so we can swap
Stolen goods for a fat ass dum dum
I sweep the things from they feet with a broom
I rush to the spot where schools of the dope fiends have seen
And they pass other fools up
Nigga jealous cause I got good crack cola
While their shit is packed with baking soda
I'm on the bandwagon why not
Niggaz sayin they got the same shit I got
Its because I'm takin the money
Cause I got my shit from bounty
With a little bit of cut in it
All you got is a couple of bucks
Go head and spend it
It's 
Dead Silence lyrics
Not the one Souls are gonna burn You're the one Coming down the dead Thru the darkness Skies are gonna shout Pray for lies But who's the one to go Streams of blood Flow into the streets Feeds the need Of the decayed rotting means Fires breeds upon The weary young Evil tales Sold his only son Life no longer Fills the need Dead silence In which to feed Fires breeds upon The weary young Evil tales Sold his only son Life no longer Feeds the need Feeds the
all good But money aint all good Cause a raw deal will get your ass at the Wackerweel My niggaz don't have any bucks wit em Cause of that I don't fuck wit em I don't fuck with them homies Cause some of them don't know me When they tell me what the deally For a sack of buddha A got that motherfuckin thing Niggaz jump to they feet When they hear the music in the street Get your can get your can can get your can Rush to the van so you can catch the ice cream man Bitch don't you hear the music Well it's the Coca Cola man bitch Can't beat the feelin One the real thing yeah you know I got green So come on huddle Give me ten or twenty dollarz So I can give you rocks or do you want powder What ever you get I bet it's the shit Niggaz know I ripped this shit Up to the fullest It keep the dope fiends comin and comin Now they runnin Up to a niggaz spot Its making me hot I'm about to go sit I'm goin crazy wit this shit I'm grindin I'm sleeepin trough the night I'm w
Rilkean Heart lyrics
Rilkean heart, I looked for you to give me transcendent experiencesTo transport me out of self and aloneness and alienationInto a sense of oneness and connection ecstatic and magicalI became a junkie for itI came looking for the next highAnd I'm sorry I've been putting the search on the wrong placeI understand that you're confused, feeling overwhelmedWell that's a feeling state from then, the realityWith cleaning up my emotional life
tching tricky treats Cause they might beat me Ugh, I look out my window with my glock God damn damn I see holes in my van Checkin them niggaz on a corner You ponk ass niggaz That's why I'm in the house with tha Cola And some cash stacked to the top I got more money fool that will make me plock plock No hesitation and no fear My observation is to make a milli year Yeah, and them some daddy will let me his doughtier I'm bothered by this square nigga Well I'm a work a 25 and you can keep that Hand me a half sack so I can fill that Nigga I'm a ride long and super fat jack Cause I'm a dope dealer motherfuckin cream seller People ask who I am Tell them tha Cola Man I need to chop up some cream Cause the sunshine is bright as fuck Knocks blowin up my shit Cause they missed the ice cream truck Cut up a half and rushed the post UUU shit, but they don't sweat me cause I look like a school kid But still I'm watching my back Cause they will gaffle, pressin my lucks Sla
Angelene lyrics
My first name Angelene Prettiest mess you've ever seen Love for money is my sin Any man calls, I'll let him in Rose is my colous, and white Pretty mouth, and green my eyes I see men come and go But there'll be one who will collect my soul and come to me Two thousand miles away He walks upon the coast Two thousand miles away It lays open like a road Dear God, life ain't kind People getting born and dying But I've heard there's joy untold Lays open like
ngin right by the hill castle I got that cream and niggaz get jealous But I don't play that I got my gap hittin it in the cut My bundle hittin of quick Shit, I got glamour Takin the glock from niggaz with arm and hammer Come hear take this glock I'm sure the nigga will love it Bring my money up I'm on alert when I work But they forever try to get me Cause I got my kids posted up wit me That's what I got, I run in the spot, because I advertise Plus I got the humongous rocks, soda for blocks Nigga I got more locks then Goldilocks It's time to make my rounds black The cops are getting hopeful I sense they jacked so I get mobile I got two pop cicles and a cookie left Shucks, I got myself nine bucks Cause I give no credit, and I mean that You wont see that nigga until next month And when he come to spend For himself, but he be claming that he comin for somebody else I had to let him underdstand It's soooo haaaard tooo saayyy gooood byyyee to the ice cream man
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