Disturbed
Coo Coo Cal lyrics
Coo Coo Cal lyrics
"Dedication Lyrics"
Is It Alright Lyrics
Dear Jo: I don't know where to begin so I'll just hello Dear Jo: Is it so much better now you're on your own? (Is it alright?) You never believed in yourself (Is it alright?) But now that you're free, does it help? CHORUS: Is it alright? Now that you've got what you want? And is it alright? Now that you're back where you belong? Dear Jo: Are you living it up every place you go? Dear Jo: If
Dear Jo: I don't know where to begin so I'll just hello Dear Jo: Is it so much better now you're on your own? (Is it alright?) You never believed in yourself (Is it alright?) But now that you're free, does it help? CHORUS: Is it alright? Now that you've got what you want? And is it alright? Now that you're back where you belong? Dear Jo: Are you living it up every place you go? Dear Jo: If
[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]
So you wanna spread alot of talk about my city Milwaukee huh
All that talk about Laverne and Shirley
Happy Days, all that bullshit
What the fuck ya think, ain't no niggaz here
We got something fo ya mutha fuckas
I got something fo ya mutha fuckas
[Chorus]
Ain't been to the city in awhile
Now we had to shout ya'll down
And if you don't let us thru the do'
We'll have to go and get the 4-4
Oh act like you didn't know
(?) hoes
I know one thang fo sho
Betta not bring your ass hoe
[Coo Coo Cal talking]
All my Thug P niggaz
All my Hillside niggaz
All my (?) Park niggaz
All my tre-8 niggaz
[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]
All my 4-5 niggaz
All my 2-6 niggaz
My tre-4 niggaz
My 4-8 niggaz
[Coo Coo Cal talking]
All my Eastside niggaz
All my Northline nigaz
All
Shot in the Head Lyrics
(Vanda/Young-Warner Chappell Music Ltd.) Hard case, musician mean, hey, hey, hey It's kind of sad but that's what I'll be, hey, hey, hey I don't have nothing but the clothes on my back, hey, hey, hey Do my sleeping in an old brown sack, hey, hey, hey (chorus) I've had enough of getting shot in the head I've had enough and I wish I was dead I've had enough o
my Park 9 niggaz(Vanda/Young-Warner Chappell Music Ltd.) Hard case, musician mean, hey, hey, hey It's kind of sad but that's what I'll be, hey, hey, hey I don't have nothing but the clothes on my back, hey, hey, hey Do my sleeping in an old brown sack, hey, hey, hey (chorus) I've had enough of getting shot in the head I've had enough and I wish I was dead I've had enough o
All my North Meadow niggaz
[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]
All my Hillside niggaz
My 2-8 niggaz
My 2nd & Keith niggaz
All my Rest In Peace niggaz
[Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal]
It's Milwaukee Wis-consin, stompin' over the game of rap
Got lil' pimp in us, (?) got game and a strap
It's where the thugs stay and drugs lay
But hungry hoes will pack your shit and turn some tricks(?)
We play the game till the last quarter
If money drop like the spot then you can't leave till the last boulder
We gettin' older, and wise 'n rise wit advengance
Puttin away then 'lacs and comin back slid'n in dem Benz's
We blowin' up like the World Trade
Half of the scratch we pack,
come from rap, and all the rest your girl made
So if we don't see you at the top
wavin' hangin outta drop dawg
bumpin one of my songs that got the game on lock
Top of the charts with this
Commerciele Aids Lyrics
Verbieden is verboden dus verboden te verbieden. Platenbazen die verbieden hebben mij niets te bieden. Als er wordt gezeken dan heb ik het snel bekeken. Onze teksten zijn voor kenners en niet voor domme leken. Ze geven aan muziek de schuld van haat en zelfmoord, agressie en depressie heb je zo iets doms gehoord? Sukkels die zelfmoord plegen zijn ziek, de reden kan van alles zijn, maar 't komt niet door muziek. Christelijke sukkels draaien dit acht
ardest rapVerbieden is verboden dus verboden te verbieden. Platenbazen die verbieden hebben mij niets te bieden. Als er wordt gezeken dan heb ik het snel bekeken. Onze teksten zijn voor kenners en niet voor domme leken. Ze geven aan muziek de schuld van haat en zelfmoord, agressie en depressie heb je zo iets doms gehoord? Sukkels die zelfmoord plegen zijn ziek, de reden kan van alles zijn, maar 't komt niet door muziek. Christelijke sukkels draaien dit acht
It's Coo Coo Cal child representin Milwaukee where I started at
Whoever thought of that of us bubblin up like champaigne
Ridin' thru your city on dem thangs nigga, fo real
[Chorus]
Ain't been to the city in awhile
Now we had to shout ya'll down
And if you don't let us thru the do'
We'll have to go and get the 4-4
Oh act like ya'll didn't know
(?) city hoes
I know one thang fo sho
Ya betta not bring your ass hoe
[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]
All my 2-9 niggaz
My 8-tre niggaz
All my 1-4, 1-5, and 1-9 niggaz
[Coo Coo Cal talking]
All my 86 niggaz
My 6-tre niggaz
My 2-4 niggaz
and my 1-9 nigga
[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]
All my eye-to-eye niggaz
My stumpdown niggaz
My Infinite 4-5 niggaz
and Block Mob niggaz
[Coo Coo Cal talking]
All my O.P. niggaz
My PPD niggaz
Encename A Olvidar (Portuguese) Lyrics
Sera isto um sonho, que te perdi, que na verdade nao te tenho quanto quero fechar meus olhos e comecar de novo... Sera possivel poder esquecer esse romance apaixonado mmmm sera possivel um dia te dizer que finalmente nao te amo... Duvido muito meu amor, ? como ver um peixe do mar poder voar e embora que te deixe de amar, ? impossivel que eu te possa esquecer... Se me ensinou a querer, tamb?m me ensina a esquecer isto que sinto por que ? voce
My 2-7 niggaz, and dem 4-5 niggazSera isto um sonho, que te perdi, que na verdade nao te tenho quanto quero fechar meus olhos e comecar de novo... Sera possivel poder esquecer esse romance apaixonado mmmm sera possivel um dia te dizer que finalmente nao te amo... Duvido muito meu amor, ? como ver um peixe do mar poder voar e embora que te deixe de amar, ? impossivel que eu te possa esquecer... Se me ensinou a querer, tamb?m me ensina a esquecer isto que sinto por que ? voce
[Verse 2: Mr. Do It 2 Death]
Nigga, fuck what ya heard, Milwaukee County 'till they down me
Do It 2 Death Midwest you know how my town be niggaz
Big pimpin', ridin' 20 inches
Twerkin in Excursion, workin dem thirty-sixes
Pimps up, hoes down, canny-ivy
All the niggaz be-sheist hoes, greezy-grimmy
Love my city these streets remind me
All the days I used to hustla wit dem D's behind me
Hello, niggaz still ghetto, still playin' games
Still Jheri-curled up, still slang 'caine
Milwaukee County niggaz here now, still gone change
We the last niggaz to get in this game, holla
[Chorus]
Ain't been to the city in awhile
Now we had to shout ya'll down
And if you don't let us thru the do'
We'll have to go and get the 4-4
Oh act like ya'll didn't know
(?) city hoes
I know one thang fo sho
Ya betta not bring your ass hoe