Big Money Heavyweight
Big Tymers lyrics
Big Tymers lyrics
"Gimme Some(feat. TQ Lyrics"
Take a Ride Lyrics
Let's take a ride in the country baby Take a roll in the hay Get some time off on Friday maybe So we'll have more than just one day Really get away This may sound corny But I want to watch the grass grow We both get so romantic when we Chill out and let that cool breeze blow Come on baby let's go Everyday in the city I'm like a flower wilting on a sill If you don't want to drive then I will Come on, take a ride with me Take a ride with me How do the trees in t
Let's take a ride in the country baby Take a roll in the hay Get some time off on Friday maybe So we'll have more than just one day Really get away This may sound corny But I want to watch the grass grow We both get so romantic when we Chill out and let that cool breeze blow Come on baby let's go Everyday in the city I'm like a flower wilting on a sill If you don't want to drive then I will Come on, take a ride with me Take a ride with me How do the trees in t
Hey, this song is dedicated to the girl Brenda with the big breast-eses
In the ass like the black girls, I love you Brenda...
[Chorus: TQ]
Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some?
Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb?
Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some?
Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb?
You told me that we was going to the tele
I told you when I pull up, be ready
Now you said you can't find no one to watch your kids
But why can't you just get a new
Are you gon give me some?
[TQ]
What's wrong? what happened? You told me it was crackin'
I got my prophylactics, and why you trippin' on me?
I'm tired of playing games, its been a couple weeks
Hey ma I'm feeling you, you say you feeling me
I just can't understand why we can't get our love on
Girl I want it and quit, I want you to groan
Lets go to the Mo tonight, and lets sip a little mo' tonight
Girl don't say no tonight, you need to give me some
[M
Pilot Of The Future Lyrics
Can you tell me how old Dan might have done it If he'd been here now, holy cow My stars might have been read on the planet Mars Because I don't have foresight to see If we still be together in the twenty first In the twenty first century He's our flying ace, pilot of the future In an endless space, holy cow My eyes never saw a rocket that was quite that size Because I don't have the energy To be cat and mouse for the champions For the champions of destiny So long cap
annie Fresh]Can you tell me how old Dan might have done it If he'd been here now, holy cow My stars might have been read on the planet Mars Because I don't have foresight to see If we still be together in the twenty first In the twenty first century He's our flying ace, pilot of the future In an endless space, holy cow My eyes never saw a rocket that was quite that size Because I don't have the energy To be cat and mouse for the champions For the champions of destiny So long cap
Its 2002, what you gon do?
Your hot in the ass, so let lil' daddy come through
I've been hangin' with shorty for one whole week,
I'm trying to pressure you, its time to freak
Now I've been holding in, and you've been holding out
So why don't you be a nice girl and (Put it in yo mouth!)
Now things don changed, why you actin' strange?
You lettin' that other niggah get in yo brains?
Life is like a movie baby, stick to the script
I'm Dirk Diggle and its time to hit
I ain't tryin to take your man place, hes alright
I'm just trying to stick it to you baby just one night
Well I gotta buy something just for you to try something?
Yeah I'll let you get something just to let me hit something
Now I know your alone when he don't come home
Pick up the phone, now I give you the bone
When the kids asleep, then we can creep
I've been waiting to see you naked baby, one whole week
Time for you to give it up, let a nigga hit it up
Take in on or spill it up, swallow, don't spit it up
[Chorus: TQ,
Impossible Lyrics
It's impossible For a plane yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage Impossible For a plane country bumkin and a prince to join in marriage And four white mice will never become white horses Such fallderal and fiddleidy of coarses Impossible But this world is full of zanny's and fools Who don't beleive in sensable rules And who won't beleive what sensable people say But such dilly and daffy, doie, "I don't"s Keep building up impossible hopes Impossible! Things
Wolf talking in background]It's impossible For a plane yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage Impossible For a plane country bumkin and a prince to join in marriage And four white mice will never become white horses Such fallderal and fiddleidy of coarses Impossible But this world is full of zanny's and fools Who don't beleive in sensable rules And who won't beleive what sensable people say But such dilly and daffy, doie, "I don't"s Keep building up impossible hopes Impossible! Things
Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some?
Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb?
Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some?
Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb?
You told me that we was going to the tele (Yeah, you act like you don't
remember that though)
I told you when I pull up, be ready (Uh-huh, uh-huh,uh-huh,uh-huh)
Now you said you can't find no one to watch your kids (Mmm, mmm)
I think you just scared cuz you don't want me to leave (Thats what it is)
Are you gon give me some?
[Wolf]
Now I've been fucking with you for far too long,
And if I don't hit tonight, I know something is wrong
You've been duggin' and divin', just running scared
Like you committed a crime, and I'm the fed
Calm motherfucker over the phone,
But a scary motherfucker when its time to get it on
You be saying freaky shit, really turning me on
Like you swallow n' spit all over the dick
And you be bragging about how them niggas i
Lacerated Masturbation Lyrics
Sickness breeds infatuation, violent thoughts perpetuating. Ghastly screams of tortured victims, certain death anticipate. Mutilating Recreating massive wounds to penetrate. Constant maiming, Only pain and suffering will stimulate. Slicing, stabbing, choking, gutting, engorging slabs left over rotted. Your sensuous gaze I will contort. Stench of rotten bodies Lacerated masturbation. Bleeding, Cumming, Engraved through self torture. Fiend for gore I hunger more.s strong
But the word is out, I'm seriously hung
Right now I'm ready, cuz I'm full of that juice
I'm ready to get you in the bed, and knock something loose
And after that, the balls in your court
We can leave it alone, or we can go back and forth
But first things first, Ima admit
Ima tear your ass up when you let me hit
[Greg Street]
W,B,I,T,E,C,H, ain't that a bitch radio
Yo check, thats the new jam of the day
The Big Tymers featuring Wolf
Yo Wolf don went from the the keyboards to the mic booth
Wolf rappin now
And thats why you got your ass back in child support court too
Yeah she want some more money now boy, you gotta give it up
You can't go to court with no punk defendant
Why you need Johnny Cochran, you rolling with them Cash Money Millionaires
now
Hey, big shouts out to Greg Green
This of uhh cases that concentrated titty milk
And big shouts out to all them ladies
gettin ready for amateur night at the Flame
Yo check, if you not ready, stay your ass out the club
Sickness breeds infatuation, violent thoughts perpetuating. Ghastly screams of tortured victims, certain death anticipate. Mutilating Recreating massive wounds to penetrate. Constant maiming, Only pain and suffering will stimulate. Slicing, stabbing, choking, gutting, engorging slabs left over rotted. Your sensuous gaze I will contort. Stench of rotten bodies Lacerated masturbation. Bleeding, Cumming, Engraved through self torture. Fiend for gore I hunger more.
But the word is out, I'm seriously hung
Right now I'm ready, cuz I'm full of that juice
I'm ready to get you in the bed, and knock something loose
And after that, the balls in your court
We can leave it alone, or we can go back and forth
But first things first, Ima admit
Ima tear your ass up when you let me hit
[Greg Street]
W,B,I,T,E,C,H, ain't that a bitch radio
Yo check, thats the new jam of the day
The Big Tymers featuring Wolf
Yo Wolf don went from the the keyboards to the mic booth
Wolf rappin now
And thats why you got your ass back in child support court too
Yeah she want some more money now boy, you gotta give it up
You can't go to court with no punk defendant
Why you need Johnny Cochran, you rolling with them Cash Money Millionaires
now
Hey, big shouts out to Greg Green
This of uhh cases that concentrated titty milk
And big shouts out to all them ladies
gettin ready for amateur night at the Flame
Yo check, if you not ready, stay your ass out the club