Search results for 'my style by black eyed peas' Page #190

the cost type
Make a nigga run a check
Need no mic
Rich nigga
fuck me in baguettes
Missionary style
So its frost bites on my neck
Pussy wet
I love a gangsta

you they're the shit
And they'll prove it in a bit
Hold up let me take a hit
Fore I throw a fucking fit
I'll take the whole world by myself
Not short I

between the pictures in my mind
I'm really gifted by design, it's Astral Jack not Asher Roth
Got tunes from the womb, clean moves, lotta juice
Like a lake,

a fire in their heads

Autumn leaves fall on me
Carry my soul in the breeze
Autumn leaves

Flying witches tempt you with a smile
While black cats waltz

My mama couldn't tell me nothing I was at em like Snoop
93 doggy style on em bitches
No apologies then and none now
I was down for whateva whenever

along
I grew developed my mind
Then got up out of the storm
Once upon a time there was a African boy
Born inside America
Where blacks were destroyed

to escape by the skin of my teeth
Hand to hand I canned two but couldn't finish all three
I'm on the run jumping fences reckless as all hell
Knocking over

the black and white styles of those in denial
Couldn’t hitch a verdict on what wasn’t perfect, this is what life is
Let it go, let it live, this night has no

Stray Cat Strut

Unlinked Artist

My Purr-Fect Kitty

2005

Oooooooh
Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence
Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent
I'm flat broke but I don't care
I strut right by

day, all we can argue is wins 
Ya buzz, used to open doors, now they checking da ring 
Been live since ‘95, that's all I'm say 
Using my same style, you

black cults
Cough syrup with me, I'ma sell it by the ounce
Sixty metal jackets in AR
I don't hang around, you ain't coppin', I skate off

Tryna get these

That's just crazy
You know the Kush God
The good bud
Whole world loving my style
Descendant of the Funk Doc
Meth Man B-Reals the Snoop Doggs
They all know

black angel nu Luciferfer

Me style no dier ed so I dey kill in every mannernerner
Aye aye shi today dieer monkey go chop some cassassava (blurrr)

limits. Don't trash this synergy
Y'all lack respect that we'll grab back by any means
The ummmmmf!
I'm working in the present with wild style
While all

That's just crazy
You know the Kush God
The good bud
Whole world loving my style
Descendant of the Funk Doc
Meth Man B-Reals the Snoop Doggs
They all know

with the cheat code,
(Verse 1)
Vintage,
With a little polish to finish,
Eating Popeyes with my niglets,
Remember days with Mama,
Eating spinach,
Just

and omega is
Reason they be hating
Keep playing I'm show up at your
Crib in all black at 3am
You couldn't fuck with my mini
Me literally or lyrically
Full

I got caught up in lust and ish
I got sidetracked by looks and glitz
You got hypnotized off these hips 
Let those subtle words jump off ya lips 
You

Tomorrow
On my way to the orphanage
Your the type to hate on a style
On the down low go make more of it
Your mouth glass to me unfortunate
Punches hit quick,

Black butterfly
smoking with caterpillars
Chasing them white rabbits
My style is beyond cloud nine
Such heavenly habits

No matter how small you are

with my eyes gets verbalized chapter-wise
Comprise jigsaw lives reanalyze
I dramatize on the mic with life-size images
Emphasize on the rise of black

Everyday

P

P413

fools
Actin' like we ain't got stress to tell off
And like ? pockets he's deep
And he can pay his bail off
I'ma hit my lick, bit by bit
Kick my shit, 'til

get some clothes that fit
Guess I changed my style, let me see, that's it
It was the G's, the trips, overseas, the chicks
Stopped squeezing the pen

I saw you standing down by the stage
Your Black stockings and your see through dress
Your mouth is open but I don't wanna hear ya
Say good night