Snoop Dogg Lyrics
Snoop Dogg Lyrics
"Step Yo Game Up Lyrics"
Yesterday Lyrics
I had enough heartache and enough headaches I've had so many ups and downs Don't know how much more i can take See i decided that i cried my last tear yesterday Either i'm going to trust you or i may as well walk away 'cause stressing don't make it better Don't make it better, no way See i decided that i cried
I had enough heartache and enough headaches I've had so many ups and downs Don't know how much more i can take See i decided that i cried my last tear yesterday Either i'm going to trust you or i may as well walk away 'cause stressing don't make it better Don't make it better, no way See i decided that i cried
(feat. Lil' Jon, Trina)
Yeah Man What's Going on Man It's really really pimpin' up in here man
I know you ain't seen pimpin' in a long time man I've been MIA
You know what I'm sayin' missin in action I ain't been on no milk carton box
but I've been milking and boxing these bitches
cuz they got to step they game up you know what I mean
[Chorus]
What you lookin' at (step yo game up!)
What you waitin' for (step yo game up!)
Go on come on in the door (step yo game up!)
Drop it to the floor and just (step yo game up!)
You a kid (step yo game up!)
You drink gin (step yo game up!)
Is that your friend (step yo game up!)
abuse me, confuse me I'm beggin for a kind of release adultery and the misery they're not the kind of things you can police sinking to an all-time low I'm drowning with a smack in the face a torture with a slow decay the devil's wearing leather and lace why did all the lovin turn to anger how
[Lil John]
[x2] Break it down bitch, let me see you back it up
drop that ass down low then pick that motherfucker up
[x4] Back that pussy tease a motherfucker
[x2] Rub that shit it's yours bitch, grab his dick it's yours bitch
[x2] Now turn around bitch, put that ass on a nigga, grind on his dick make it get a little
bigger
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
Bitch wanna act like she ain't never been with fast lane pimpin' on em
Nails with the french tip potato chip yup with a french dip say she wanna french kiss all on my diz-nick
It's cool, go on and break f
Teach Me To Run Lyrics
(Graham Russell) If I've got to run instead of feeling proud If I've got to find you in a big wide crowd No doubt the country side is waiting for me There ain't no answer to what I say. Now that I've found my soul I'm free Back to the highway that's calling me There must be reasons why I've got to h
ol if you have to, what which you won't do, bitch I'ma slap you(Graham Russell) If I've got to run instead of feeling proud If I've got to find you in a big wide crowd No doubt the country side is waiting for me There ain't no answer to what I say. Now that I've found my soul I'm free Back to the highway that's calling me There must be reasons why I've got to h
Stay in line ho it's a pimp affair, if you down to get low I can take you there
But you can't fake once you hit the gate, shake till it ache, work that birthday cake
You say you wanna make it ho, well quit bullshittin' and get naked ho
Now you always got to be hot and vicious, so move them biscuits and hit them tricks bitch
Now you got about a minute to fix this cuz I'm trying to find a bitch that's bootylicious
[Chorus]
[Trina]
P-U-S-S-Y, run a world, I'm the girl in the flesh ah
Lookin' for a nigga that will suck me like a blow pop
Run that dick to the door, do me ba
Cold Is The Grave Lyrics
Through secrets of the dirty streets Searching for a revelation Wingless angels in the heat Knocking on The doors of damnation Come on baby - Kick 'em in! Feels like flying - When we are falling One more time Ready to die Wild for the night Death comes pale Cold is the grave Blackout under neon lights Throwing up in desp
y don't stopThrough secrets of the dirty streets Searching for a revelation Wingless angels in the heat Knocking on The doors of damnation Come on baby - Kick 'em in! Feels like flying - When we are falling One more time Ready to die Wild for the night Death comes pale Cold is the grave Blackout under neon lights Throwing up in desp
Same nigga talkin' all that shit
Just a little bitch, little balls, little dick
Let me show you how to work your tongue like a hurricane
We ain't here to play no games, baby give me everything
I know you like me when I drop it down low
Show it from the back, look back, let it roll
Drop it to the floor like a g-bitch supposed to
Shake it shake it shake it make a nigga go postal
But that's for fucking with a miami girl
Get your man, take his money, and then buy the world
So nigga don't front, cuz fat wallets and big dicks is all I want
[Chorus]
[x8] Chuuurch, preach, Tabernacle
[Chorus]