Ice Cube lyrics
Ice Cube lyrics
"Rollin' Wit The Lench Mob lyrics"
Circle Of Hands lyrics
Circle of hands, cold spirits' plan, searching my land for an enemy. Came across love's sweet cost and in the face of beauty evil was lost. Sky full of eyes. Minds full of lies. Black from their cold hearts down to their graves. Murder the dawn. Spreading their scorn. Cursing the sun of which love was b
You can't fuck with the criminal rapping over gangsta shitCircle of hands, cold spirits' plan, searching my land for an enemy. Came across love's sweet cost and in the face of beauty evil was lost. Sky full of eyes. Minds full of lies. Black from their cold hearts down to their graves. Murder the dawn. Spreading their scorn. Cursing the sun of which love was b
First I load the clip and then I make the hit
I know some y'all can't fade this
Lench Mob niggas are the craziest
So you and your boys are ass-out
When I'm rollin in a seven-deuce glass house
The Mob ain't nothing but a menace
When we get the motherfucking dog in us
Playing them old beats
I'm pouring out some of my beer for my homies
Ready to peel your cap
You can't believe "Faces of Death" on wax
Some say the Mob ain't positive
Man fuck that shit cause I gots to live
How I live and you could either give a fuck punk
Yo or get your ass bucked
Dankwart Und Leila lyrics
Er hiess Dankwart und war Tankwart an der Autobahn von Köln nach Wuppertal. Es war Sommer '78 und Benzin war reichlich teuer überall. Und ich sehe noch die Schlangen all die Autos standen da geduldig an. Und für ein paar Groschen extra hat er Eimer und Kanister voll getankt. Doch eines
Some rappers are heaven-sentEr hiess Dankwart und war Tankwart an der Autobahn von Köln nach Wuppertal. Es war Sommer '78 und Benzin war reichlich teuer überall. Und ich sehe noch die Schlangen all die Autos standen da geduldig an. Und für ein paar Groschen extra hat er Eimer und Kanister voll getankt. Doch eines
But Self-Destruction don't pay the fucking rent
So you can either sell dope or get your ass a job
I'd rather roll it wit the Lench Mob
To be down with the Mob is simple
Mind your own you want a spot find your own
And take mine if you're badder than the strong man
I do the right thing I do the wrong thing
Do anything cause I ain't faking the scene
It's all about how much bacon you bring
And if you see something from the gat I will stuff it
Yo you ain't seen nothing
Cause if you testify you're living blind
Cause in the city you live and let die
Rolling with the fools One Time cn't beat
On my knees in the street interlock my hands and feet
He said "I know you" I said "you might
My name is Ice Cube I did a song you didn't like"
So he soaked me up like Bounty
Had to do a week in the county
A piece of cake it was just like a party
Cause in the county you know everybody
No I didn't kill or steal or rob
Locked up for what cause I'm rollin wit the Lench Mob
If you know a female that's rollin with the Lench Mob
Watch your step cause the gat is kept
In the purse like my homegirl Yo-Yo
You gotta be down and you can't be a hoe no
Cause if you are I'll be the first one to bust you out
The Passenger lyrics
Permission now to let this thing land I'm too far gone to know where I am Conditions are worse than we planned Permission now to let this thing land Heading straight into the blackness Beyond the point of ever turning back Slipping off the radar through a hole in space Goes the passenger sitting
After my crew I'll be the first one to rush you outPermission now to let this thing land I'm too far gone to know where I am Conditions are worse than we planned Permission now to let this thing land Heading straight into the blackness Beyond the point of ever turning back Slipping off the radar through a hole in space Goes the passenger sitting
Get the picture or bitch
You'll get the eighty-six
If she wanna try and mix
Business and pleasure make up your own mind
You gotta be a hoe on your own time
Don't sleep cause even on a solo creep
Yo the Mob is still deep
And we'll play ya just like a nit-wit
You thought you got with the crew you can't get with
So get the noose ready for the lynching
Now 235 is what I'm benching
But nowadays it's still not enough
I got something guaranteed to stop the bum rush
Give me the gat, step back, and watch me do the job
Rolling with the motherfucking Lench Mob