Lyrics:
Ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking emina huh?
[Daz Dillinger] (in background)
Enema!!!
[W Ballz D.J
think i've fallen in love
And i'm sure its not just by mistake
I cant go one day without her
She is the one i let get away
She makes my heart skip a beat
by me,
Lord I’ve got to keep it moving.
Some people feel like hip hop died,
With it’s pride, skateboards, and skinny jeans,
When DJs stop spinning
keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran us
We bustin clips like bananas,
gone, I've been gone, whoa
I've been gone, whoa
Ooh whoa, ooh whoa
Ooh whoa, oh, ooh whoa
"Hope I make it home"
You'll be thinking, love
I got
thanks to the young king hailing from Alabama
And he goes by the name of Nomrah
And he blessed us with that world premiere of "the pink moon" and uh
I must
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
above
See the stain of His Blood
Speak a better word than any name of your club
Came to us in love, Shared truth though it pierced us
Spoke peace even
With plenty women that's still on the fee?
And it happens that every once in a while
I go too deep then I gotta shut it down
She keep on comin' by
Well we were headed west
Through the Rocky Mountains
Got my hand out the window
And my heart is pounding in my mind
Pretty girl by my side
Yeah
Got two ginger ales and whole lot of carbs, yeah
Head in the clouds now I feel like I'm fallin'
Now I might be buggin' but that might be nothing
You can't stop what's divine, no
So why in the hell are you trying for
The Cayenne flow got you dying slow
'Cause my info got the Zion glow
They
Brothers, things done got too far gone
(Tell 'em 'bout it)
We got to let the girls know what they gotta do for us
Oh, what the heck, let's get
hop, party in your stilettos or flip flops
You can't stop, entranced by the DJ, strictly observation crew, that's how we play
When the suits come off,
fallin' in love, she lovin' Celine, she lovin' the vibes (uh)
All my joints doing enough, they get on their knees, they doing the math (uh)
Baby girl
these ho's a love you
And these niggas a hate you
When you young and ballin'
I mean broke and fallin'
I said sleeping and crawlin'
That's when
for that
I been realized, I'm all in
Surrounded by the camouflage, in ballin'
Make a nigga recognize, I'm starvin'
Go in and do a homicide, you fallin
hand down your back world in my rearview
God I love you
You dont love them
You love the thought of them
You rent free in my head ill have you
and pumping the motherfuckin' lead in their chest
Because ain't none of them niggas ever gave it up for the West
So now it's on and, the gauge in my pants got
Crimson Holiday
Lyrics written by Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson and Chelsi “Om'nira” Clark
Vocals Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson
hear the speaker upon a certain subject tho
These niggas hatas so they talk shit bout us to our hoes
They talk shit tryna put salt in our peeing
These
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who want to be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how
peace
When I say wǒ ài nǐ
That's I love you in chinese
Even when we disagree
Our love is still a guarantee
Can't nobody come between us
Not even a referee
girlfriends
Been in the party bumping on waterbeds
Two by the leg
Two by the head
It's crazy, driving miss dasy
Got white girls going crazy
Damdama, last king
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