Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
"Datz Real Gangsta / Gangsta Shit Lyrics"
Working It Out Lyrics
Some days I start off dragging my feet Some days I wanna fly Some days it all makes sense to me Some days I just dont wanna know why (CHORUS) Hey, hey I'm not giving up, no gonna stand up and shout it, oh no way im not slacking off or backing out or cracking up with doubt. I'm wo
Some days I start off dragging my feet Some days I wanna fly Some days it all makes sense to me Some days I just dont wanna know why (CHORUS) Hey, hey I'm not giving up, no gonna stand up and shout it, oh no way im not slacking off or backing out or cracking up with doubt. I'm wo
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
Tag teamin on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Sicx over top
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
It was a dark blue night, nigga toe down sleep
Had a 40 once of E and half once of weed
Just got fooled rockin gangsta shit
My nigga Sicx fucked around and took Pooh-Man's bitch
Ride her in the back and got her all fucked up
It was all just us, bout to bust fat nuts
Sluts get dug like a grave when I'm high
Shootin out the barrel of a 7 inch by 5
With a nut all in your dome, slit
Natural Lyrics
I can hardly believe you when you say that you love me 'Cause it's been a long time that I've been inclined And now that you're here, my heart stops aching Ah, it's only natural So natural to love you When I look into your deep eyes and you say that you love me I feel such a thrill,
fulla that home grown, shitI can hardly believe you when you say that you love me 'Cause it's been a long time that I've been inclined And now that you're here, my heart stops aching Ah, it's only natural So natural to love you When I look into your deep eyes and you say that you love me I feel such a thrill,
Bout to pull em up on with a limp
Then I'm out, ready to take the back rout the the freeway
Grab anotha hoe and a 4-0 on the way
And I'ma know, that's the fools do it in the Locced Blocc
Makin hoes nut, 5000 with the 9 Glock
And you gotta know that it just don't stop
Mr. Redrum, Redrum on the cock and my nigga say
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
Tag teamin on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Sicx over top
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean (and my nigga say)
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
Tag teamin on a bit
All Night Lyrics
Written by Dewey Bunnell, ©1979 Found on Silent Letter and Live In Central Park. When the day breaks Something begins When your heart aches Do you give in? I heard that you were lonely One careful look shows you're lonely All night you'll fight With your
ch in a Hotel SixWritten by Dewey Bunnell, ©1979 Found on Silent Letter and Live In Central Park. When the day breaks Something begins When your heart aches Do you give in? I heard that you were lonely One careful look shows you're lonely All night you'll fight With your
40 on the back, Mr. Doc in the bathroom
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean
[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Now it was all that night that we hooked shit up
Had hoes, 4-0's and 9's in the cut
Just case, niggas want funk we got the right guards
Spray straight Uzi on them nigga evryday
And it's the Baby, the Baby dead-a sleep
Toe down drunk, must have been drinkin Ol E
While Mr. D-O-C just sportin his G's
With a hoe and B-I-T-C-H my nigga Art be
Rapin those hoes, takin those hoes to the room
Drop the crop and let the trigga go BOOM
And me? Man I'm just a G
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The Happy Part Of Town Lyrics
THE HAPPY PART OF TOWN Writer Danny Dill Copyright 1964 Well which way is it can I get there from here Will I find it or am I even near I'm looking for the happy part of town Oh I've been walking yes I walked all night Someone told me that I must turn right But I'm still looking
ick back witta 4-0 and let em come to meTHE HAPPY PART OF TOWN Writer Danny Dill Copyright 1964 Well which way is it can I get there from here Will I find it or am I even near I'm looking for the happy part of town Oh I've been walking yes I walked all night Someone told me that I must turn right But I'm still looking
One for e-ach and every single nigga on the third floor
Smoke a half of O and forget what you heard hoe
And you gotta know that it just don't stop
Mr. Redrum, Redrum on the cock and my nigga say
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
Tag teamin on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Mr. Doc in the bathroom
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean, my nigga
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
Tag teamin on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Lynch over top
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean, my nigga