Search results for 'fans by alabama' Page #921

war
Was looking extra stupid
Riding in the Demon sticked up
Might need an exorcism
Walking by and not saying shit
Would be your best decision
Doggy said

niggas let me broke
In this city of Houston
But ain't no stopping Bam
I'ma keep my ego to boosting
'Cause I got a bunch of fans that love me
And bitches

an invisible man
Now I've got one groupie
And about three fans
And I found that shell and sabotaged my plans
Buried my nose and dug with my hands
Dirt loads

to the cave is guarded
By a statue of Saint Germain
Holding an oil lamp with a purple flame
Shuffling down the dark corridor
Chasing the voice of the orator

a book by it's cover
I'm only one in a million
That came from the gutter
Still I prayed for another way to get paid
Once this street shit played out

that?
Yeah, Nicki! Nicki, can I get a picture?
How a wack nigga gon' write my shit?
My job is to take the spark and fan it
When it starts to become

bitch go fan on me (What?)
This a choppa with extendos, not a 223
(Grrt, pa pa, grrt)
Skrrt, hear this engine when I pass (Skrrt)
He think I'm the plug

to the grave by the dump truck
If you the last man standin'
Have the pole tucked
It's a blitz when I pull up, when I pull off
If that bitch ain't suckin' dick I

means
He reach for his pack in his ten dollar jeans
Reality's real they make rap
Just a dream hes
All by himself he ain't got no team
He makes it back in

Eyes Open
We Ride 4 Deep N We Trust No One
Heres The Plan
Soon As We Finna Shootin Up Ur Man
We Gunna Take It There
N Start Shootin Up His Fans
I Don't

guess guess guess what?
They're defeated as fuck
Shamed out of money by their own culture
Nice to fucking meet you
Let's get a little see-though
(Watch

to grow
In the cabbage patch have attatched quickly
Satisfied easily by the simplicity
The industries imagery that'll ram-way
The fan base
Watch the stems

credit
Don't touch my chain
Give you niggas nothin' but lead
Montana got shot by the police
While I was on set
I wanna get him out the streets
But now he

-body by the ball
Lift the glass for these I95
All-Stars been doing it since sax
In backyards, juking squad cars on boulevards
Stiff-arming security

Scrooge:
Let's go back to where it started,
where my life was filled with peace
Though alone, my dad cold hearted
my sister Fan, made my darkness

Sending pictures of you naked
How long have you been waiting for me
I've been out here paper chasing
Taking chances ain't no faking on me
By any

It's better than a job shit I was barley getting by 

My team is on the rise 

We leave it to the sky and the clouds 

Doing rounds keep our names fresh

would concoct our cool lunar tune
We planted our flag and plugged in our amps
we posed for the picture to be put on the stamps we set up a fan so our hair

minute
Team made my bail, scooped me up in the Lex Coupe
Now I'm out, back to the galaxy of Queens
In between the crime scenes serving fans like fiends

Haters on my sideline, can't get with me
Twelve years in it, fans still feel it
Power back up, I switched a auto to a semi, nigga
One shot kill

night
Team lined up on the 50 yard line
With the fans in the stands making the sweetest sounds
And that's the secret to this town
 
The girl next door

Bauer
Die Magnum verteilt wieder Schüsse (chew)
Wenn ich euch im Ghetto per Drive-by zerficke
Dann gibt es mehr menschliche Kreideumrisse
Als in 'ner

cannot be ignored
The envy of adoring fans
All thanks to those angelic hands

I'm perfect now, the very best
But somehow I still feel grotesque
So just

on a flight
Till we out in the beach got her toes in the sand
Getting a tan with my dick in her hand
I rap by myself but she in love with the band
You can not