Lirik Lagu Street Tax - Philly's Most Wanted
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- 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
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- 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
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- 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
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Verse 1: (Boobonic)
First of all I'm a T-H-U-GBoobonic nigga, who the fuck you be?If you don't really want this block then move overso you don't get big weight and lose it like Oprahcaught a case down South in V.A. courtthe game change every year like EA Sportyou see now they got platinum, mad you got gold?my corner's like the Beatles nigga, get your rock and rollniggas mad 'cause the Feds stay on me 'cause they in carsmad 'cause I oversee the Projects like A&R'stry not to do hits myself, I order thatwhile you cooked Four and a half and got a quarter backyou play the tough guy role good, I ought to clapand did alot of rappin' too, I should've bought a trackI had to check this comb in your rug, checkin' for soilgot popped while you was under your hood checkin' your oil.
Verse 2: (The Clipse)
I graduated from Eight balls to blow thats cake sizematch me grand for grand and lets make these stakes risemahavaji rich, in Egypt with eight wiveswhile my fam rocks links and medallions thats plate sizeyou up against The Clipse, believe theres no chancewhat you feel about hollows piercin' through your throat glands?see, I sweet talk the Devil, take him on a slow dancewhile your hardcore posse's is extras and road handsget your Fifty deep, us rollin' in Convoysyou fuckin' with grown Men and y'all is young boyslove double action, pack anything with loud noiseas we kidnap your partners and use 'em as decoys.
Chorus -If y'all ain't got guns (I don't represent you)if you ain't got coke (I don't represent you)if you ain't got dough (I don't represent you)fuck ya clique and that bullshit you been through(repeat)
Verse 3: (Mr. Mr.)
I never hold back, I cock back and twist yaI never been shot mothafucka, it's MistaI scream who's coke? who's whip is that?I want the ma
First of all I'm a T-H-U-GBoobonic nigga, who the fuck you be?If you don't really want this block then move overso you don't get big weight and lose it like Oprahcaught a case down South in V.A. courtthe game change every year like EA Sportyou see now they got platinum, mad you got gold?my corner's like the Beatles nigga, get your rock and rollniggas mad 'cause the Feds stay on me 'cause they in carsmad 'cause I oversee the Projects like A&R'stry not to do hits myself, I order thatwhile you cooked Four and a half and got a quarter backyou play the tough guy role good, I ought to clapand did alot of rappin' too, I should've bought a trackI had to check this comb in your rug, checkin' for soilgot popped while you was under your hood checkin' your oil.
Verse 2: (The Clipse)
I graduated from Eight balls to blow thats cake sizematch me grand for grand and lets make these stakes risemahavaji rich, in Egypt with eight wiveswhile my fam rocks links and medallions thats plate sizeyou up against The Clipse, believe theres no chancewhat you feel about hollows piercin' through your throat glands?see, I sweet talk the Devil, take him on a slow dancewhile your hardcore posse's is extras and road handsget your Fifty deep, us rollin' in Convoysyou fuckin' with grown Men and y'all is young boyslove double action, pack anything with loud noiseas we kidnap your partners and use 'em as decoys.
Chorus -If y'all ain't got guns (I don't represent you)if you ain't got coke (I don't represent you)if you ain't got dough (I don't represent you)fuck ya clique and that bullshit you been through(repeat)
Verse 3: (Mr. Mr.)
I never hold back, I cock back and twist yaI never been shot mothafucka, it's MistaI scream who's coke? who's whip is that?I want the ma
