Blaze Ya Dead Homie lyrics
Blaze Ya Dead Homie lyrics
"I Go To Work lyrics"
Boys Of Summer lyrics
Nobody on the road Nobody on the beach I feel it in the air The summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets The sun goes down alone I'm drivin' by your house Though I know you're not at home But I can see you Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong Afte
Nobody on the road Nobody on the beach I feel it in the air The summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets The sun goes down alone I'm drivin' by your house Though I know you're not at home But I can see you Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong Afte
I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets on the East side Took about 3 shots, victim of a homicide Do a drive by in a second Leave ya all bloody, and tattered lying on the pavement Nothing can save ya, when I'm in a homicidal rage Nut up, and then start unloading the 12 gauge Sawed off pump in your ass bitch Say your prayers bitch Cause your headed to the casket Then to the graveyard A lil advice, never perpetrate and act hard Cause when you are dead, muthafucka aint shit to lose Still gettin my hustle on, and payin helly dues Aint got shit to prove to you marks and you bustas Always stay strapped cause you know I cant trust ya Lights out, before I put ya in the dirt It's ya dead homie Blaze, bitch I go to work I go to work everyday Baggin up yag Clockin' major chedda loke I'm all about myOlympia, WA lyricspaper roll I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides Doin hella drive bys just another homicide I go to work everyday Baggin up yag Clockin' major chedda loke I'm all about my paper roll I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides Doin hella drive bys just another homicide I go to work in my neighborhood Puffin' on blunts, baggin up yag and always up to no good Cause I'm a gansta, been to the grave and back So stop on my corner, and get your fuckin' car jacked Cause I don't play like my homies always say We runnin' with a hatchet Psychopathic ay yay Every day ya homie Blaze, is on the streets Bouncin' downtown, brandishing heat Until just the other day when I was walkin on my own A sucka tried to hit me for my stack and my cell phone Tried to play me G, till he got a peek of my pitch black eyes Right b
[Rancid cover song] Hangin' out with Lars on 6th street he knew I was in trouble I was feeling much like the devil there was something burnin' deep inside of me ran into three Puerto Ricans these girls took us to the funhouse where we played a lonely pinball machine hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way New York City well I wish I was on a highwFall From Grace lyricsfore I shattered his teeth, and broke his jaw Then watched him fall, lifeless You should have seen his face it was priceless Just another lesson hoe, with disgression hoe Cause through the streets I lurk, I go to work I go to work everyday Baggin up yay Clockin' major chedda loke I'm all about my paper roll I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides Doin hella drive bys just another homicide I go to work everyday Baggin up yay Clockin' major chedda loke I'm all about my paper roll I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides Doin hella drive bys just another homicide Now I'm rollin in the jacked up bucket Bumpin' Twiztid, puffin herb like fuck it Make a left on the one way, thats when the boys in blue Got behing me with they lights and sirens 30 seconds of silence, then I unloaded the clip Pumpin' on pi
FAR AWAY DAYLIGHT HAS GONE, BEHIND ENDLESS NIGHTS, UNSACRED CREATURES ARE WAITING IN DISGUISE INHALE THE SMELL OF BLOOD AS A CURSE LAID UPON US TOOK YOUR FAITH IN HANDS OF FIRE DESIRE OF FOREIGN PLACES BUT YET SO KNOWN GARDENS OF CHANTING WHORES AND SINS, YOU ARE DEVIL'S OWN YOU ARE DEVIL'S OWN RIVER OF TEARS IN YOUR SOUL RIVER OF TEARS FNeighbor lyricss wit the hollow point tips So don't trip, I still gots to get my grip Rollin down the street, leavin em bleedin' by the scene Then a right, left then a right, to a chop shop Sold the bucket and a rock To a smoked out bitch in a '92 Ranger That's the way it is in the life of a gangsta Or a hustla, quick to dust ya I could lose an arm, and still murder 40 of ya Watch ya back when Blaze get his smirk on You could be the next muthafucka I go to work on I go to work everyday Baggin up yay Clockin' major chedda loke I'm all about my paper roll I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides Doin hella drive bys just another homicide I go to work everyday Baggin up yay Clockin' major chedda loke I'm all about my paper roll I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides Doin hella drive bys just another homicide
Sittin?in your front yard , drinki?n lemonade Suburban life,a pretty wife you think you?ve got it made But U don?t know,what?s in the store, for U and your family I?m movin?in,right next door,won?t U welcome me? It?s a beautiful day in the neighborhood And I hope I didn?t ruin your day Won?t U be my neighbor? I brought my life,my ugly wife, my dirty dog with fleas My kid?s a punk,and