Mac Lyrics
Mac Lyrics
"Slow Ya Roll Lyrics"
White Houses Lyrics
White houses in neat little rows contrasting against the sky tumbled down black shacks over the tracks children so hungry they could cry the chrome, the steel, the metal dream leaving the teeth to rot the escapist young mind, left behind saving dimes for community pot you better get straight better, better get straight I feel you better get straight
White houses in neat little rows contrasting against the sky tumbled down black shacks over the tracks children so hungry they could cry the chrome, the steel, the metal dream leaving the teeth to rot the escapist young mind, left behind saving dimes for community pot you better get straight better, better get straight I feel you better get straight
[Mac]
Send this out to my nigga Mike King and
All the 22nd gangsters in Columbus Ohio
From a O-G to a B-GEE
Slow your roll niggas
Shell shocked
Check it
[O'Dell]
15 with the triple beam, working the streets
Lil' nigga gotta ride, now he's bumpin' the beats
(It? all good, it's all good)
He pass by makin' the noise, odd boy
Yah we see him with the chip phone
He talkin' to them young bitches who used to be afraid
He shootin' the shit, cus he gettin' paid (I like that)
When I was his age, I had the same kinda ways
Had to rush to get paid, keep on a fresh pair of J?
On a niggas feet, and it was something to ball
To go to school and tell them niggas they ain't fuckin' with chall
Don't hit it, to the grime, a pocket
Mr X Lyrics
I found the perfect picture, of a perfect stranger. It looked as if, it were taken in the forties sometime, Judging by the style. He could be a killer or a blind man with a cane, Perhaps he died in a car crash, years ago. Right now, it's impossible to tell. I almost thought I saw him, standing, whistling on a bridge. I asked him the time, but when he turned
full of dimesI found the perfect picture, of a perfect stranger. It looked as if, it were taken in the forties sometime, Judging by the style. He could be a killer or a blind man with a cane, Perhaps he died in a car crash, years ago. Right now, it's impossible to tell. I almost thought I saw him, standing, whistling on a bridge. I asked him the time, but when he turned
I hope you got that 9 and he got it on his mind
Cus the haters won't like that, would you pass
Cus the niggas will buck, and show a man his ass
Watch your back Lil' nigga, the game is cold
And most of us don't make it old, slow your roll
[Chorus]
(rolll)
Keep it on your mind
(Rolll)
A nigga shoots the same
(Slow your rolll)
You better slow your roll
(Rolll)
What mama used to say,
(Slow your rolll)
Keep it up young man
(Roll)
A nigga shoots the same
(Slow your rolll)
You better slow your roll
What mama used to say
[Mac]
16 with a bullet to his hip bone, he was slippin'
They shot him right in front of momz' wasn't even trippin'
He healed up, let his anger build up
Now
Big Ball's in Cowtown (w/ Asleep At The Wheel) Lyrics
Date: 9/26/96; 11:46:58 AM From: ah827@rgfn.epcc.Edu (Gene L. Graham) Subject: A BIG BALL IN COWTOWN A BIG BALL IN COWTOWN Recorded by Bob Wills and The Texas Playboys Written by Hoyle Nix Aagghh! Let the ladies split out wide Grab your pardner - go hog wild. Aagghh! Now, now, now; CHORUS [G] Big Ball's in [G7] Cowtown [C] We'll all go [G]
e's ready for war, he five deep in the black carDate: 9/26/96; 11:46:58 AM From: ah827@rgfn.epcc.Edu (Gene L. Graham) Subject: A BIG BALL IN COWTOWN A BIG BALL IN COWTOWN Recorded by Bob Wills and The Texas Playboys Written by Hoyle Nix Aagghh! Let the ladies split out wide Grab your pardner - go hog wild. Aagghh! Now, now, now; CHORUS [G] Big Ball's in [G7] Cowtown [C] We'll all go [G]
And all dem niggas got murder on dey mind
Your boy got that a.k. you got the tech 9 (i got the tech you heard me)
Passenger seat he spot woo-ney, who is woo-ney
He's that nigga that pulled the trigger when he stole me
Take that muthafucka, what's what he yell at the sinner
As the automatic went **bucka**bucka**
And all you niggas gots to die
Is that the killer in his eyes, or was it just a disguise
Cus I remember he was a Lil' timid nigga, a Lil' skinny nigga
Now he pulled the trigger, and who are you to take these laws in your
own hands
His daddy told me like a grown man, wooo, slow your roll
[chorus]
[O'Dell]
17 with a life sentence
He in a cell with the cousin of the ni
The Center Of The World Lyrics
At the center of the world there is a statue of a girl. She is standing near a well with a bucket bare and dry. I went and looked her in the eye and she turned me into sand. This clumsy form that I despise it scattered easy in her hand. And came to rest upon a beach, with a million others there. We sat and waited for the sea to stretch out, so that we could disappea
gga he killedAt the center of the world there is a statue of a girl. She is standing near a well with a bucket bare and dry. I went and looked her in the eye and she turned me into sand. This clumsy form that I despise it scattered easy in her hand. And came to rest upon a beach, with a million others there. We sat and waited for the sea to stretch out, so that we could disappea
Now tell me how it feel to look him deep in his eyes and see your whole
life
Ain't got a gun, gotta twerk it with a shank knife
He's five times bigger, and it wouldn't mean shit to the trigger
But you can't get to it quicker, I seen the look in his eye
When the blade penetrated, he played like he ??
And i can't sleep knowing how I kicked the game to him
Gave a name to him, on the block now he caught in the pine box
Is there a heaven for a killer
Forgiveness to a Lil' nigga who praised nothin' but skrilla
All he wanted was the finer things
He laid in his casket with a Rolex and ?diamond rags?
Dear god have mercy on his young soul
See he told, most of us don't make it old
Slow your roll
[Chorus]