Search results for 'im with the band by south' Page #149

the same 'til I got finished
Big ring with them rocks in it
When I pop one I'm like Popeye when he got spinach
I'm clean cut with a pop image but it's

band I was the man even
Though the rest was teenagers
When they was boys
Why, if they was toys, I’m playing
With them, if they was not
I destroyed them

You Gotta Start off Each Day With a Song

Bing Crosby

The Radio Years, Vols. 1 & 2

1987

on his tail
He's playing ping pong with me
And I'm losing
Just then the bull is ready to charge again
I gets an idea
I starts singing "South

Red laces big booted like I’m Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by
My cannibal from Sac Town
So relax pal, pat down, gat down, bat down
Blackout

And My dawg walking with a stick no xannie
Ima' tell the feds "I dont know" if they ask me
Yuh
And I'm from the south don't panic
We been know to pull up

seems he is in need of maintenance
I am not okay
Man I lost it
Awesome
I'm a long way from the Boston Commons
Moved down south
Where the heat exhausting

Seeds

Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band

Live 1975-85

1986

live on the streets of Houston town

Packed up my wife and kids when winter came along
And we headed down south with just spit and a song
But they

playin' with no freaky ho
Nigga gotta show the bands through the peephole
I been buyin' up the land for my kinfolks
I been pourin' red in a fruit punch,

family first
(Uh)

[Costa]
Back on my block 
Punching the clock
Slide through the South
Bumpin’ dat Pac
Know I’m a star
With me or not
I am too throwed for

and
Getting these bands so high I am flying
(Fuck)
I'm gonna talk my shit
I'm gonna tour the whole world with my bitch
If I'm getting up there then you're

purple by the pound bitch you know dat
Bitch I do that

10 Bands
20 Bands
30 Bands
Bitch im movin 
Bitch I'm groovin 
Bitch you know dat bitch i do that

brain
I know what's on her mind now
Dealin' with a lame
But he don't gotta find out!
I'm outside by the car with
The tennis shoes laced up
Mirror for

shoot the ball like I'm Kobe
Feel like I'm SK chill by my doley
Feel like I'm bane I ain't talking no lonely
Spot a opp beat that boy with my kicks
Fuck

dick in her mouth like Listerine
I just whip through
The south with deliveries
I get nuts on the beat like I'm Mr T
Still back to the street for

Dead dead Ima kill em
Dead dead dead dead
With the needle and thread
(Jocin' in the park
I'm cold with it)
Dead dead dead sing indian red
(Jocin' in

(Hella Sketchy)

Six bands, make it double
Hit 'em on the head, red dot in the jungle
Catch me walkin' slow, pockets racked
It make me stumble
I'm

tucked feeling like I'm el Chapo
Gripping on my belt like she don't Ferragamo 
Thumbing through these these bands like I'm playing the piano 
I'm playin

Bounce with Me

B.G.

Checkmate

2000

I fuck with them junkies, killers, and car jackers
Niggas who stalk niggas with work and kidnap 'em
Them ballers with T's, stunnas and head bustas

I’m just countin' bands
Fuckin bitches on the road
And she use no hands
When she dancin' at the show
I be tweaking that’s that molly
We don’t do opp

eradicate
Just go away
Before you get your throat slit
By my switchblade
Wait
Stressin so much, I got more on my plate
And I'm eatin it all cuz I got more

So I'm clutching
Now tell me how you love it
Counting money by the dozens
If you pull up mean mugging
Then that mean no discussion
We tote sticks, no

Los Awesome

Jay Rock

Oxymoron [Deluxe Edition]

2014

I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw

Blat, blat, now a motherfucker famous
I ain’t change shit, leave you brainless
With this stainless
I’m on the same shit, that gang bang shit
Niggas who I

in my Glock I'm
Trying to bend something
I could murder these niggas
Like I'mma win something
But they don't make war for that
There's friends with