English Songs

4HunnidUh-oh This shit is a knocker, a bopper, a knocker, like choppersThe boppers, they love me, they show up, give topperThe Benjis, the Benzos, the reason I gottaThen cha-cha, we slid, the reason we got yaThe oppers, the coppers get no love, get nadaThe block’ll get hotter and hotter and hotterIt’s in me, so they […]

For fifteen years, finally wins and you toot your horn, all the way through townWhy? Glory, that’s why, gloryWe all know little glorys, we’re just not good at big glorysYeah Way I’m doin’ this shit seem effortlessSay I move like I’m workin’ with MexicansAnd you look at the dirt and see roses growRun it up

Why don’t weCall it for what it isCan’t remember the last time we kissedAnd it tickled my heartI think that it’s best that we spend time apart I just yawnListening to youTalk about yourself againAnd again I’m boredBored of this loveOh, I’m boredBored of this talkAnd maybe you’re just way too vain to be interestingBaby

(Ooh, Ooh-ooh, Ooh)(Ooh, Ooh-ooh, Ooh)(Ooh) Got You Cryin’ On My Shoulder, And I Know Better Than To Listen (Oh-oh-oh)Just ’cause You’re Staying Over, Doesn’t Mean That You’re Forgiven (Oh-oh-oh)We Both Know What You Done, What You DoneDon’t Love Anyone, AnyoneAnyone But Yourself, Oh (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Just When I Think I’ve Found The Strength To Go And

Turn me up (Haha, PBell)OohYeah, yeah (Dxnte, you snapped on this one)Yeah, huh Brand new Rollie, it look like peachI make them hoes away my seatIce my Rollie just like Meek, them Forgis fours on all my feetI do drugs ’cause I be geeked, my O. T. run was just like MeechGot Cali’ bud, this

Turn Me UpTurn Me UpPhone Ringin’, It’s You, I’m On That TimeYou On It Too, What’s On Your Mind?I’m On It TooCall Me, I Come Through, I FantasizeYou Want It Two Times On The Side, Clocks In The RoomsBack On That Vibe AgainIt’s Hard To Fight AgainShit We Can’t Hide Again When I Get You

Lately, I’m not feeling encouragedHit the pavement, jumping off of the curbGoing in circles, thirty-three and a thirdI gotta touch some money, uh, I’m such a pervGot me thinking ’bout what it means to deserveHe took my safety, now I’m always alertThe shit that I would give to feel a little secure in my skinI’d

(Ear Drummers) Kicked Him To The Curb, He Can’t Come Back (He Can’t Come Back, Back)Kicked Him To The Curb, He Can’t Come Back (Damn, Away He Goes)Kicked Him To The Curb, He Can’t Come BackKicked Him To The Curb, He Can’t Come Back That’s Why I Had To Kick Him To The Curb (That’s