til my casket drops c bo

Mo' murder mo' murder A body fulla tack 2's battlescars from bullet wounds New clothes diamond medallions from paid dues Niggas that ride til they rue with the attitude of 'fuck the world' from

Til The Casket Drops ZZ Ward

was just a sliver, The light was fading, The war was on its way, And we were waiting, You asked me how long I\'d stay by your side, So I answered with only just one reply, Till the casket

big gangsta c bo

[Featuring Laroo Lil' Bo The Mob Figgas] I see so many murders in these Cali streets I load the strap in the battle won wit death to get beat who ever thinks of defeat? When in ??? ???

raised in hell c bo

featuring Big Syke Verse One: C Bo I was born in hell without a pistol Now how can I survive with one live without a vest and 4 5?

money by the ton c bo

Verse One: C Bo I slide thru the 5 double 0 drop S C '97 Sport and shorts and matchin jew els Worth about a quarter, mil-ticket is how we dress True ballers fakin meal tickets up in the West I know

357 c bo

Verse 1 (C Bo) My first name is Smith my last name is Wesson but in yo hood I'm known as 357 have yo neighborhood punk quick to shoot a man an have Clark Kent thinkin that he's superman wit six

desperado outlaws c bo

Ballin in a 600SL drop top with the fat V12 Money hella long smoke blunts not a bong Niggas can't fuck cos I crunch em like Kong I be deadly as The Predator My .50 calibre Desert Eagle'll spread

no pain no gain c bo

hog from the block and never shrank to fit Roll with the Hoovers and the E C's avalon watchin L B's Compton Track New Park the S P C's Bakersfield, Fresno, Seven Trees Duece nine outlies N-S-G's My

BO$$ Fifth Harmony

Everyday is pay day Swipe my card, then I do the nae nae You\'re talking to a lady I want a Kanye-ye not a Ray J So that\'s a no no I\'m a Maybach and you\'s a Volvo This convo beat like Dre I already

ghetto flight c bo

[Featuring Pizzo] [C Bo] It's 1994 gang bangin' done played out But I still stay strapped cause I don't wanna get played out On the concrete with internal bleedin' Moms at my hand screamin': 'Bo

Rosewood Casket Damien Jurado

There's a little rosewood casket That is resting on the stand There's a package of old letters Written by my loved one's hand Go and bring them to me, brother Come and sit upon my bed Lay your head upon

can we all ball c bo

nigga C Bo Bitches all in my business cos they think I move kilo's I, call my people's on the mobile, gang all over, nationwide distribution Now I'm posted up in Houston Texas, ridin the Lexus but

deadly game c bo

name so I came off the brain Told him "I'm John Doe and this is my hoe Jane" He said "Smart mouth nigga don't make me do ya" Put my thumbprint in his high tech computer My name came back with a warrant

real niggas c bo

featuring Mob Figgas Verse One: C Bo Twenty five years old still tryin to make a livin off a one live then they're only slugs give a nigga Fuck holes in my chest took my last breath I squeeze

hard labor c bo

When I was to young to be in So now I'm comatosed, shellshocked and barely breathin' But, still I respect the game Test me, you ain't Hussein Outlaw like Josey Wales Too tough to try to change C-Bo

survival 1st c bo

Verse 1: (C-Bo) It could be the napalm, droppin' non stop bombs, Armed like vietnam, dominatin' like King Kong. Lyrical madness, step up, take up, and start blastin'.

professional ballers c bo

on the left, inhale a breath of chronic smoke Exhale like a pro, I be too much for you to cope Chorus: C-Bo We steady countin our money, on a mission to ball All the things we dream we wanna see

all i ever wanted c bo

[Featuring Lunasicc 151] Chorus: C Bo All I ever wanted was a pair of Nikes A Lexus a mansion and eternal life Maybe what it was I was askin for too much Prayin to God thinkin 'did he give a fuck

gas chamber c bo

time to drop the gas from the chamber Niggas on AWOL rearrange your Face with the quickness And it's the Garden Block sickness that got a nigga in this shit So you better watch your back 'Cause C

fo ridas c bo

dyin to get wit these if a bitch ain't about her money man I can't fuck wit that got to be down to run the street sellin that pussy or move some yak ask yo folks bitch like 40 I'm so serious about my

boo yow c bo

Take your whole motherfuckin crew out Now step into my zone, we can get it on Roll a coupe, not a chrome, fuck a sack, I wanna zone Stay blown on the strip, all switches away from dips Next to the

Bo Bo Bo Boogie Down Productions

Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack The only way to deal with racism if you're black Well seven

Bo! Bo! Bo! Boogie Down Productions

Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack The only way to deal with racism if you're black Well, seven in

Casket Blaze Ya Dead Homie

In the casket Sleepin' in the casket, awoke by a strange sound Break the hinge and rise up from the cold ground I could be deamin', what the fuck is with my head 6 feet deep and I'm surrounded by the dead

Recipe Of A Hoe BO$$

[Bo$$] Guess who? The down ass bitch BO$$! Speakin' on how ya dick'll be getting' Shot clear the fuck off! If ya keep, talkin' that shit cuz all bitches aint hoes!

Progress Of Elimination BO$$

[Bo$$] Who am I to flip a wicked Bitch? Business is Business But now the revelation has revealed How the Bo$$ Bitch is trying to get rich!

Soldier Like Me (Feat. Eminem) 2Pac

High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop I'm High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop I'm High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke

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뒤 다 줄 맞춰 내가 지휘할 테니까 교양 없이 듣는 예능 Symphony 오늘은 토요일 무한대를 그려봐 Let’s Go Boom Boom Boom 무슨 말이 필요해 Shut Up And Drop Drop Drop The Bass Drop Drop Drop The Bass 쿵쿵쿵 내 심장을 뛰게 해 더 크게 That that Boom bo

ABC The Jackson 5

bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo You went to school to learn girl things you never knew before like I before E except after C and why 2 plus 2 makes 4 now now now I'm gonna teach you teach you

Hey! Bo Diddley Bo Diddley

Bo diddley done had a farm, On that farm he had some women, Women here, women there, Women, women, women everywhere.

Hey, Bo Diddley Bo Diddley

Bo diddley done had a farm, On that farm he had some women, Women here, women there, Women, women, women everywhere But one little girl lived on a hill, She rustled and tustled like buffalo bill, One day

Re-Rewind The Artful Dodger

Selecta Re rewind, when The crowd say Bo Selecta Re rewind, when The crowd say Bo Selecta Re rewind, when The crowd say Bo Bo Bo Re rewind, when The crowd say Bo Selecta Re rewind, when The

Run, Catch, And Kill BO$$

Everything was fly boy, til I took this little bullet leaving traces of cyanide in my thyroid Not, one of you wanna be busters gave a fuck!

BO$$ Dissimiler H

없지 벌어야지 돈 never get down 절대 안 지지 인생 no easy 알아서 call 위만 보고 난 기회를 노리고 배워 X만한 새끼가 뭐를 하겠어 이제 이런 말 따위는 치워 시선 따위는 전부 다 팼어 계속 해서 앞으로 Go 너네가 뭐래도 나는 I don't give a fxxk 용서해줄게 여친을 뺏던 놈 덕분에 위로 갈 수 있어 높은 곳 돌아오지 my

J For Jules `Til Tuesday

*** Intro: C G | Em Am C G | Em Am C | G *** Verse 1 G D Em C I was winding my clock G D Em C which was waking us up G D Em C in the morning, we were laughing G D Am C away like fools *

J For Jules 'Til Tuesday

*** Intro: C G | Em Am C G | Em Am C | G *** Verse 1 G D Em C I was winding my clock G D Em C which was waking us up G D Em C in the morning, we were laughing G D Am C away like fools *** Verse 2 I was

Avalanche Walk The Moon

One look and my heartbeat stops Ships pass in the night I don't want to wait 'til the next life One glance and the avalanche drops One look and my heartbeat stops Last call and everybody's watching The

Do It Again Til Tuesday

Do It Again Capo 1: C sounds as Db Chords: Cmaj7 = X32000 C7 = X32300 Dm7 = XX0211 G7add4 = 300011 Intro: C F :|| Verse 1: C F We talked on the second of December

ROSEWOOD CASKET Emmylou Harris

ROSEWOOD CASKET There's a little rosewood casket Resting on a marble stand With a pocket of old love letters Written by my true love's hand Go and bring them to me, sister, Read them o'er for

Bo$$ (Boss) (Cover) Various Artists

Everyday is pay day Swipe my card then I do the nae nae You're talkin' to a lady I want a Kanye ye not a Ray J So that's a no no I'm a Maybach and you's a Volvo This convo beat like Dre e I already know

Why Must I Til Tuesday

Capo 1 - Ebm maps to Dm Chords: Fma9 XX3010 *** Intro: Dm C | F G Am /G F | C G Dm C | F G Fma9 *** Verse 1: Dm C F G Why must I take it so hard Am

Why Must I `Til Tuesday

C G or dog in the yard Dm C F G It's my fault for wanting too much Am /G F going deeper than most C G getting harder to touch *** Chorus: F C I've known days when I'd F G wake up and say,

Why Must I 'Til Tuesday

Capo 1 - Ebm maps to Dm Chords: Fma9 XX3010 *** Intro: Dm C | F G Am /G F | C G Dm C | F G Fma9 *** Verse 1: Dm C F G Why must I take it so hard Am /G F there's no light in the tunnel C G or dog in the

Drops Iamamiwhoami

Give up, let down Can't believe what I found (Be quiet, be silent, be words from your mouth) Build up from ground Wipe clean of your frowns (Dance around, be fry, be right on crown) When my fault (Come

Banana In Your Fruit Basket Bo Carter

I got a brand new skillet, I got a brand new lead, all I need is a little woman, just to burn my bread I'm tellin' you baby, I sure ain't gonna deny, let me put my banana in your fruit basket, then I'll

The Things That Everybody Does Tift Merritt

D/F# My hands in my pockets as deep as they'd C C G D/F# C C C Csus2 go, I walked home and packed up my cases to leave G G Bm

The Things That Everybody Does (Album Version) Tift Merritt

G G G G G G Bm Bm Everybody told me G G Bm Bm This is who you'll have to be C C G D/F# My hands in my pockets as deep as they'd C C G D/F# C C C Csus2 go, I walked home

Bo Rob De Nijs

Bo Ze zeggen dat jij eenzaam bent Bo Ik heb je nauwelijks gekend Je was nooit bang alleen te zijn Maar wat nu Ben je echt vergeten waar ik ben Bo Ik was zo blij dat jij bestond Want jij Jij geloofde dat

The Notion FM Static

round and round til everyone stops 'til the next needle on the record player drops. It's almost time to say our goodbyes and get home tonight. Lets do it up one more time.

Willie And Lillie Bo Diddley

Willie and Lillie used to live on a hill Wasn't for rock n' roll Lillie be there still Rock her own little rock-a-billys Made me lose a-my sweet, little, Lillie Forty days, forty nights Still no Lillie