Young Jeezy Lyrics
Young Jeezy Lyrics
"And Then What Lyrics"
We'll Talk Lyrics
Your tear walked down from my fingertip Like a ladybug sidetracked from it's fated trip We never got to the touching & feeling 'Cause the skin's too sensitive when the wounds are healing Like ice cream too close to the playground I'm no good for you but you still want me around If you pick the moments when the cheeks were glowing Well and I hope they're enough to keep you going And we'll talk and we'll talk an
Your tear walked down from my fingertip Like a ladybug sidetracked from it's fated trip We never got to the touching & feeling 'Cause the skin's too sensitive when the wounds are healing Like ice cream too close to the playground I'm no good for you but you still want me around If you pick the moments when the cheeks were glowing Well and I hope they're enough to keep you going And we'll talk and we'll talk an
(feat. Mannie Fresh)
{first part of the song}
(boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap.
boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap.)
First I'm going to stack my flow
(and then what?)
Then I'm going to stack some more
(and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
(and then what?)
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
(and then what?)
It's a wrap we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out
Patty cake patty cake microwave
Them suckas make a square, goddamn I'm paid
I'm so cool but I'm so hot and I'm so fly and you your so not
Show me what your working with, just like that
Turn around, bend over, bring it back
Captured Lyrics
narrator (Morgoth): You are now my guest, forever
narrator (Morgoth): You are now my guest, forever
Snowman and Mannie Fresh bring it back Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a rap
Wrap it up in the club, ya I'm so crazy
These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze
I try to tell them but these niggas aint hearn me
Mossberg pump, i'm riding shotgun literally
Live from the projects, you know what it is
Hey Snowman can I get a adlib
Get the club crunk, cant take that from me
Aint dropped yet, still got a lil jon money
First I'm going to stack my flow
(and then what?)
Then I'm going to stack some more
(and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
(and then what?)
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
(and then what?)
It's a wrap we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out
(Troy Seals/Mentor Williams) I know a man we call him poor boy Jones He's never been a 100 miles from home He's got a pretty good farm And a level head A heart of gold No satelite dish for his TV set And he ain't on lie with the internet He says guitar music entertains us here and it sounds real good to the untrained ear And I can't find a rason to echange More of this and more of that Has ne
Catch Snowman in the kitchen with his cooking ass
I'm so clean but I'm so grimey
So dirty but yet I'm so shiney
My nigga Kiki B told me me finish my meal
Def jam 7 figures we can finish the deal
Some say I lucked up I call it perfect timing
Nigga I cant lose the whole city's behind me
(boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap.
boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap. boom boom,clap.)
First I'm going to stack my flow
(and then what?)
Then I'm going to stack some more
(and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
(and then what?)
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
(and then what?)
It's a wrap we o
Soldado Lyrics
Juan sin escuela, nada que hacer Y sin trabajo, nada que perder Juan es un soldado, con pistola que mat? a muchos hombres, preguntele por que Juan es soldado, sin compasion Era muy joven, perdi? el amor Escribi? a la casa, padres sin trabajo El rico se rie, juan es un payaso Juan fue a peliar, una guerra Sin armas sin piernas, su madre lloraba Muestra una bandera, pelea por ella Y por un gobierno de ri
n the way to the house Juan sin escuela, nada que hacer Y sin trabajo, nada que perder Juan es un soldado, con pistola que mat? a muchos hombres, preguntele por que Juan es soldado, sin compasion Era muy joven, perdi? el amor Escribi? a la casa, padres sin trabajo El rico se rie, juan es un payaso Juan fue a peliar, una guerra Sin armas sin piernas, su madre lloraba Muestra una bandera, pelea por ella Y por un gobierno de ri
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out
I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares
We pop crys my nigga and still drink beer
What did you expect man I came from nothing
Real street nigga wouldnt change for nothing
Got my niggas out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling
Three car garage with the twelve foot ceilings
It ought to be a crime just to feel this good
I swear it ought to be a crime just to be this hood
First I'm going to stack my flow
(and then what?)
Then I'm going to stack some more
(and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
(and then what?)
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
(and then what?)
It's a wrap we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out