Rasheeda F/ Nelly lyrics
Rasheeda F/ Nelly lyrics
"ATL to STL Lyrics"
Escape Lyrics
It's still blowing a gale outside, And I wait for you to call, It's freezing out there tonight, I hear you at the door. Come on in, It's way too cold outside, And come close to me, And I will hold you tight. We'll close our eyes, you and I, And we'll escape from
It's still blowing a gale outside, And I wait for you to call, It's freezing out there tonight, I hear you at the door. Come on in, It's way too cold outside, And come close to me, And I will hold you tight. We'll close our eyes, you and I, And we'll escape from
(Rasheeda)
ATL to STL, on them things and crunk as hell
Your system blast, then let it bump
Spark the L and raise it up
Fifteens in my shit, you know it's gon' bump
Nelly ridin shotgun, nigga, pass the blunt
We into what-ever, and keepin it crunk
Got twenty-inch BB's on my white Benz truck
Aw shit, we done did it again
From ATL to the new, but still breakin 'em in
Playin to win, fire hot, burnin ya skin
Platinum hit number two, y'all made me do it again
This Rasheeda, I'm ridin niggas through the dirty
From Old ??? to Cambleton flippin birdies
Bendin and swervi
Lick A Shot Lyrics
quot;Oh yeah it is!" "Colour is not important." Lick a shot! "Oh!" Comin' at ya "Fire!" Zippedy do da, zippedy hey Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK And get on the way On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay Pru
n, I got this muthafucka turninquot;Oh yeah it is!" "Colour is not important." Lick a shot! "Oh!" Comin' at ya "Fire!" Zippedy do da, zippedy hey Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK And get on the way On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay Pru
Threw up the double R, heard the sirens, kept it burnin
(Hook-Rasheeda & Nelly)
ATL to STL (we ridin)
On them things and crunk as hell (we ridin)
Your system blast then let it bump (we ridin)
Spark the L and raise it up (we ridin)
(Nelly)
I'm 'bout to pull up in the ATL, eighteen inches and five screens
Old folks on the side and they reachin for Visine
Five bitches right behind me, more flashin than high beams
Like, (Nelly, where you goin, can I go?), by all means
Keep the door open, ??? ???, mami get in
Matter fact, don't ya come without, w
Yun Na! Lyrics
Hanap-hanap ko ang `yong ngiti sa piling ko Mata sa mata tayo'y magkatitigohho Ang iyong mukha kaygandang pagmasdan Ang iyong bibig kaytamis halikan Hawakansuyuan `Yun na! `Yun na! Seksing katawan sa pagbukas ng bintana mo Init ng gabi'y mayakap ka o giliw ko Daha
oo, bringin ya friendsHanap-hanap ko ang `yong ngiti sa piling ko Mata sa mata tayo'y magkatitigohho Ang iyong mukha kaygandang pagmasdan Ang iyong bibig kaytamis halikan Hawakansuyuan `Yun na! `Yun na! Seksing katawan sa pagbukas ng bintana mo Init ng gabi'y mayakap ka o giliw ko Daha
One shotgun, three in the back, one on my lap
What's the outcome, we in the sack like Warren Sapp
Open ya mouth hun, "we don't do that", don't give me that
Why ya tongue done, say "aaaaahh", fuck it, that's what I thought
I was peepin that since the first time I saw ya
Timed ya walk from therr (there) to the time I parked
So keep ya one eye open for the haters that gawk
But still thugged out, candy coated and thugged out
Real stud guy, blink, now the guns out
I'm a show you what that A-T-S-T-L is about, dirty
(Hook)
(Rasheeda)
I love wood grain and,
Through Deviant Eyes Lyrics
Through deviant eyes do I see lives of pain and misery break free from the norm see through the deceit Blinded throughout life incomprehencible strife childhood halvete use your eyes to see Seeing inly what you're told devlate them your scold relieve the ment
tinted, painted, and dusted outThrough deviant eyes do I see lives of pain and misery break free from the norm see through the deceit Blinded throughout life incomprehencible strife childhood halvete use your eyes to see Seeing inly what you're told devlate them your scold relieve the ment
Threw on some new shoes, drop the top and skated out
Then I hit the block, non stop, numero uno
Iced up, platinum bitch, breakin niggas to the zero
Call me the hero, better yet, the lieutinent
Takin charge of the game, best believe I'm gon' win it
See, it ain't no thing for me to put it down
You jumpin out your draws for this bitch from down south
Now put 'em up, and throw your hands in the air
Now tip the cup, like you just don't care
Stepped in the club, with my niggas from the D-Low
We keep this thing crunk and droppin bows on them hizzoes
(Hook)