Common Sense lyrics
Common Sense lyrics
"Just In The Nick Of Rhyme lyrics"
This Christmas lyrics
Hang all the mistletoe I'm gonna get to know you better, yeah This Christmas And as we trim the tree How much fun it's gonna be together, yeah, ha This Christmas Fireside is blazing bright We're caroling through the night And this Christmas will be, yeah A very special Christmas for me, yeah
Hang all the mistletoe I'm gonna get to know you better, yeah This Christmas And as we trim the tree How much fun it's gonna be together, yeah, ha This Christmas Fireside is blazing bright We're caroling through the night And this Christmas will be, yeah A very special Christmas for me, yeah
The rhyme I pick up, trick up, and like hiccup
(Hiccup!) This is a good place for a stickup
So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah
I Can Beat Mike Tyson, plus I'm Fresh-er than the Prince of Bel Air
And I Blossom, In Colour is how I'm Living see
some pretend to be afraid of me but they're my Public Ene-ma
Picture this, like a cinema; I'm winnin a contest
I knew you was a loser when you bought your girl's prom dress
I'm just, another one of the nigs, take a swig
I can sing, brothers'll work it out without a gig
The gold mud in my blood, I'm a stud smokin blunts
Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, I'd be Woody
You Can't Quit Me Baby lyrics
It's a mistake, but who knows Followed you home, crawled in your window This life is a trip when you're psycho in love And I know Followed your friends, you were not there Slashed and I cut, I bled in the sink Heard what you said and you're laughing baby Slashed and I cut, and I do it for you I want
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It's a mistake, but who knows Followed you home, crawled in your window This life is a trip when you're psycho in love And I know Followed your friends, you were not there Slashed and I cut, I bled in the sink Heard what you said and you're laughing baby Slashed and I cut, and I do it for you I want
They're after pestly hoes and that's the hoes I sex and don't collects
Rockin a Rolex, prefer Wrist Ex instead of Solar Flex
but I pump skill, to build what I can build and still feel good
The baddest hoes be sayin, "Oooh you're real good"
Fella a city dweller, it's poison salmonella
Auntie's name is Stella, style as def/deaf as Helen Keller
Nail a flammer with the Hammer for comin incorrect
not with his grammar or bad mamma jama similar, to Bruce Banner
So don't get me angry, or maybe you won't like me
Kid just in the nick I kick more ass than Bruce Lee's Nike's did
Just in the nick I kick on the geek stick, fl
It's Over lyrics
Hello to the world You decide what you are Why hide when it rains? And I can grab hold of love if I want it Hello to the world You decide how far Why hide in the rain? When you can grab hold of love if you want it You wanted everything And it is what you got A love for better days You're r
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Hello to the world You decide what you are Why hide when it rains? And I can grab hold of love if I want it Hello to the world You decide how far Why hide in the rain? When you can grab hold of love if you want it You wanted everything And it is what you got A love for better days You're r
Dick a chick, Slick-er than Rick around the clock I tock to the
tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mic's my lasso
Shit, I got rhymes comin out my asshole
I'm in a pole position sole position you're in no position
to be dissin it's a, Rainbow Coalition
I'm kissin ass, goodbye, rockaby, here's your lullaby
like Georgie Puddin Pie but baby baby don't, cry
Feed em I heat em and eat em if I don't need em then I leave em
as leftovers, packin the weak MC's into ?septober?
Til I was older, I couldn't hold a rhyme folder
Now I dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder
If I'm sober I won't hold a skunk, but when I'm d
Wanna Be A Baller lyrics
(feat. Fat Pat, Hawk, Lil' Will, Yungstar) [Chorus: Fat Pat] Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala A caller gettin laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY But there's
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(feat. Fat Pat, Hawk, Lil' Will, Yungstar) [Chorus: Fat Pat] Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala A caller gettin laid tonight Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY But there's
I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin I'm a hunk
Like a duck I'm slammin ham MC's MC's I'm servin
Makin the people jump like my man... Julius Erving!!!
Those deserving props are gonna get theirs
Grip, there's something on your lip, oh that's my dick hairs
I'm the biggedy biggedy Bear ya scrub Cub with a demo tape
Tryin to catch me catch your breath before you hyperventilate
for air you gots it, your best bet is to take an aspirin
I bash it, crash it now you know so stop askin
Cause when you ash I'll make an ass of you and only you see
Just in the nick I kick the funky shit
that's why they call me Bootsy