Crooked Lettaz lyrics

Crooked Lettaz lyrics

"South's On My Mind Lyrics"

Ma Belle Sophie Lyrics
Arrete de porter Tout l?poids du destin Sur ton dos J?s?rai encore l? demain Meme s?il fait pas plus beau ?teins le tonnerre Qui gronde en toi ma belle Sophie Ts? qu?on est que du monde Et qu?le monde est petit Tout petit Tout petit Pour tout savoir Pour tout comprendre Beaucoup de choses plus gr


yeah yo they sleepin on Mississippi)
(Jack town David Banner Gamma Ray Productions boy)
(Stew pot stow aways)

[Chorus]
Been a long time the South stays on my mind
I'm a grown man and everything is fine

[David Banner]
Nobody gives a damn about my place of o rigin
Jacktown rounds of empty shells left on the ground
Still smokin
I'm hopin to give the kids something back
Instead of wild ass stories about sellin vials of crack
Or bitches and cars, but my state left scars
On my man hood, while y'all be screamin that it's all good
When it ain't never been, most kids move to Chicago
And those that didn't were left hollow
The Best Day Of My Life Lyrics
Woke up, around a half past ten Can't believe that I'm late again Put down about a quart of caffeine To start my pulse and then, I grabbed my jeans off the floor Then I hit the door Just the same old same It goes to show, you never know When everything's about to change [Chorus] Just another day, it started out like
Wit low self-esteem but it seems that all my dreams got crushed
But y'all niggas kept it on the hush
So why y'all frontin on the South, come and get some
Ask your scared-ass parents where you from, you crumb

Chorus 2x

[Kamikaze]
My God, these lyrics hot, you're gonna need sunblock
My verbal's cocked wit ammunition
For you shiesty A&R's who be dissin
You missin, the Southern fried cookin, who you lookin at?
Bustin lyrics from the soundproof straight to DAT
In fact, I'm sick of how you brothers react
My demo says Mississippi but I ain't speakin 'bout no gats
But my raps, are laced wit homicidal tendencies
A Menace like Dennis be, bustin rhymes f
La Huda Lyrics
Ella tiene quince primaveras, pocas mentiras que contar, dos pendientes de primero y an no ha visto el mar. Mientras lo espera sobre la acera, se derrumba el mundo. l tiene dieciseis agostos y una nube que rob, y versos de Extremoduro volando en la habitacin. Mientras la suea copia un poema que luego har suyo. Y como cada tarde, la ciudad
om here to Tennesse

[David Banner]
Cops rang, my man he done bled to death
And the ambulance done came and left
I'm by myself, with your traces
And my yard you know it's hard, mentally-scarred
Brain-barred little cousin Joe, I done seen the whole thing
I can't seem to get my hands clean
Done washed em twelve times in a row, twelve rhymes is spoke
Twelve dimes but it doesn't ease the pain
Suggestion, (ah, excuse me Mr. Crump can we ask you some questions)
Don't ask me no questions

Chorus 2x

[Kamikaze]
Now shortly, it be that portly MC from the M-G-T
North Jackson, Mississippi where them brainiacs be
Ain't no hustlers
The Saturday Boy Lyrics
I'll never forget the first day i met her That september morning was clear and fresh The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes And the way she rubbed herself Against the edge of my desk She became a magic mystery to me And we'd sit together in double History twice a week And some days we'd walk the same way home And it's surprising
no gangstas, no slangers an' thugs
The only test for your vest will be verbal slugs
And mean mugs get shrugged out quick, it ain't no fightin
Just down home receitin, and some dope lyric writin
Tighten your skills, before you cross the border into hell
It's that mack, know your state where them stow-aways dwell

Chorus 4x

-outro-
*shout outs and hollering for about 20 seconds*

[David Banner]
Check this out right here, this is David Banner
Like to end this song by saying all praises is due to God
God first, yaknowimsayin, music second
Yo peace out to my little god-son Lil' Ju
Peace due to Earl B. Washington, Phinga Print's father