Lirik Lagu These Streets Keep Me Rollin' - Master P
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Chorus: x4(Master P)These streets keep me rollin'Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin'
(Master P)You see I'm a killer by heartA G by natureYou see these ho's a love youAnd these niggas a hate youWhen you young and ballin'I mean broke and fallin'I said sleeping and crawlin'That's when the Devil be callin'They want to take all your changeT-shirts and khakisThese ho's a love meOr send some niggas to jack meThe game done changeIt's not the sameDa Last Don be my nameCause I'm tru to da gameI mean a bird in the bush can't touch one in the handOut in the streets be lying in a canI done change and they watch meThe fedz can't stop meIt'll take millions to box meBut the ghetto you got me
Chorus: x4
(FIEND)What's the purpose of being the baddestWhen some haters a kill for your statusFor a taste of lavishOr follow you home for the cabbageBut look here we savagesSurvivors and SoldiersFuck with one of us we get in ya vains like emboliaOn his casket lies a magnoliaFlower for peaceSun lying in the faces of his newphew and neiceI'm the beastYou know me FIEND the glock carrierFuck with anything of mind I'll have ya pops bury yaGuns with the sound barrierLivin for no tomorrowShow me the dirty cargoAnd fuck your family morrowsBoy souls I'm quick to borrowGettin' sisters and brothers toI got something to kill you and a thought of another youJust another number toThe murder rate in my cityOne week all kids born with no pittyShitty ain't itHow it's paintedRealness thru my eyesJust shit we deal with livin these tru lies
Chorus till end
(Master P)You see I'm a killer by heartA G by natureYou see these ho's a love youAnd these niggas a hate youWhen you young and ballin'I mean broke and fallin'I said sleeping and crawlin'That's when the Devil be callin'They want to take all your changeT-shirts and khakisThese ho's a love meOr send some niggas to jack meThe game done changeIt's not the sameDa Last Don be my nameCause I'm tru to da gameI mean a bird in the bush can't touch one in the handOut in the streets be lying in a canI done change and they watch meThe fedz can't stop meIt'll take millions to box meBut the ghetto you got me
Chorus: x4
(FIEND)What's the purpose of being the baddestWhen some haters a kill for your statusFor a taste of lavishOr follow you home for the cabbageBut look here we savagesSurvivors and SoldiersFuck with one of us we get in ya vains like emboliaOn his casket lies a magnoliaFlower for peaceSun lying in the faces of his newphew and neiceI'm the beastYou know me FIEND the glock carrierFuck with anything of mind I'll have ya pops bury yaGuns with the sound barrierLivin for no tomorrowShow me the dirty cargoAnd fuck your family morrowsBoy souls I'm quick to borrowGettin' sisters and brothers toI got something to kill you and a thought of another youJust another number toThe murder rate in my cityOne week all kids born with no pittyShitty ain't itHow it's paintedRealness thru my eyesJust shit we deal with livin these tru lies
Chorus till end
