Trick Daddy lyrics
Trick Daddy lyrics
"'Dro In The Wind lyrics"
Beyond The Violence lyrics
WHAT'S BEYOND THE VIOLENCE?WHAT WARS ARE FOR?LOTS OF RUIN AND PAIN FOR NON-EXISTENT SCOREWHAT'S BEYOND THE VIOLENCE?WHAT WARS ARE FOR?DESTRUCTIVE NATURE USING MORE AND MORE...THE UNPREDICTABLE WARREASON TO KILL, INSIDE OF USLAW OF THE MANTOO MUCH TO ASK, TOO MUCH TO DOTO UNDERSTANDDESTRUCTION OF HUMANITY, OUR SANITYNO FUTURE, PRESENT OR PASTSTOPPED HISTORYBY WARWHAT'S BEYOND THE VIOLENCE?WHAT WARS ARE FOR?LOTS OF RUIN AND
(feat. Big Boi, Cee-Lo)WHAT'S BEYOND THE VIOLENCE?WHAT WARS ARE FOR?LOTS OF RUIN AND PAIN FOR NON-EXISTENT SCOREWHAT'S BEYOND THE VIOLENCE?WHAT WARS ARE FOR?DESTRUCTIVE NATURE USING MORE AND MORE...THE UNPREDICTABLE WARREASON TO KILL, INSIDE OF USLAW OF THE MANTOO MUCH TO ASK, TOO MUCH TO DOTO UNDERSTANDDESTRUCTION OF HUMANITY, OUR SANITYNO FUTURE, PRESENT OR PASTSTOPPED HISTORYBY WARWHAT'S BEYOND THE VIOLENCE?WHAT WARS ARE FOR?LOTS OF RUIN AND
[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
Akeldama lyrics
Redemption our damnation Emphasise our suffering He strived to convert Betray his own morality Rapture in his damnation Judas you die Judas should die Judas will die Judas Discard my teachings Disclose for mutual gain Your exposed cast judgement Infinate in your rejection Judas... Bleed, you motherfucker Judas bleed, you Motherfucker You must be out of your mind You must be out of your depth Judas... Redemption betray me Disclose with a kiss Lead them to m
bad, Pearl had seven mo' like meRedemption our damnation Emphasise our suffering He strived to convert Betray his own morality Rapture in his damnation Judas you die Judas should die Judas will die Judas Discard my teachings Disclose for mutual gain Your exposed cast judgement Infinate in your rejection Judas... Bleed, you motherfucker Judas bleed, you Motherfucker You must be out of your mind You must be out of your depth Judas... Redemption betray me Disclose with a kiss Lead them to m
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
You've been out on the tiles, Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion, But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn, Girl you look like a bad dream, You've been places I've never been. Come home, come home Angeline. Come home, come home Angeline. You've been places I've never been. You took the small change from the job in the hall, Be back in an hour but you're not back at all. The children are crying, the flowers are dying,<
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 the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the block
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]