Lirik Lagu On Fire - Redman
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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.
("Them bitches swear they fly...")
HahhaNow everytime I grab the mic I always start shit upSharper than your double edger watch me cough shit upLive and direct respect it to the underground connectPah!! I'm wreckin any MC you selectYo E load me in your gun light the flaresGive me forty eight bars and I go out like gays at Billy BearWear and tear I'm wreckin for the Bricks is whereJump in my way and get your body splattered everywhereConjunction junction what's your functionIt's that nigga who's so swift I could lose a compassStep into jams, with seven niggaz in a LandAnd forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravanDrop the farenheight back down to zeroBring Heat to the streets like I'm Pacino and DeNiroRaw dog material, grand imperialTalk to my shotty nigga, my ears ain't hearin you
So take heed to what I'm sayingCause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas ain't playing
Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe?You shot first, your glock burst, but it graze meNow time for lyrics, put up your gunsAnd watch me get this shit hoppin like the West was wonGot that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken headsCrowd your Rap City committee, like I'm [Big Leads]Most bigger than them Melendez brothersYou need Cochran when you're fuckin with Judge RedPut your fingers up if you love hash and cashI been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina assHookers ridin dick, like I'm a motorcycleYou wanna shine bitch? Let me simonize youI make sure your vision blur, till you don't know what occurredUntil I black out every nerverFoul women get served as chicken head hors d'ouervesI drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!!Hah, if you still look up in the sky I'm still highAll the way live like LakesideWann die? E (whattup son), you got this beat pumpinThe way I feel niggaz ain't leave until they up in somethinPack my dutch like the niggaz in the countyDayrooms, stay tuned, for Doc IlluminatiUp around them big butt freaks is where you find me(Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante)
So take heed to what I'm sayingCause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas ain't playing
To my people in the back, if you're not the wack, sayDon't stop, the body rockTo my people in the front, if you're tokin on blunts, sayDon't stop, the body rock... aoowwwwwowwwwwI'm too strong for you to listenI started spittin, that's why the brick niggaz be lickinThey stay on magazine written equipmentsAnd lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your bitch wentI'm smokin leaky out the Lec-y, fatalMy Squad steps with the ultimatum, true datMy muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved crackFor those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes backBuddy, bringin money to your girlfor your little daughter like I'm CuttyTwenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote itI see you notice how I leave microphones corrodedHahahahaha, your staff not up to parYou raw, you're more like Zsa Zsa GaborCall deep niggaz, keep the gas pedal flooredAnd I pump the funk to keep a room and board
*record scratches, rooster cackles*
HahhaNow everytime I grab the mic I always start shit upSharper than your double edger watch me cough shit upLive and direct respect it to the underground connectPah!! I'm wreckin any MC you selectYo E load me in your gun light the flaresGive me forty eight bars and I go out like gays at Billy BearWear and tear I'm wreckin for the Bricks is whereJump in my way and get your body splattered everywhereConjunction junction what's your functionIt's that nigga who's so swift I could lose a compassStep into jams, with seven niggaz in a LandAnd forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravanDrop the farenheight back down to zeroBring Heat to the streets like I'm Pacino and DeNiroRaw dog material, grand imperialTalk to my shotty nigga, my ears ain't hearin you
So take heed to what I'm sayingCause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas ain't playing
Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe?You shot first, your glock burst, but it graze meNow time for lyrics, put up your gunsAnd watch me get this shit hoppin like the West was wonGot that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken headsCrowd your Rap City committee, like I'm [Big Leads]Most bigger than them Melendez brothersYou need Cochran when you're fuckin with Judge RedPut your fingers up if you love hash and cashI been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina assHookers ridin dick, like I'm a motorcycleYou wanna shine bitch? Let me simonize youI make sure your vision blur, till you don't know what occurredUntil I black out every nerverFoul women get served as chicken head hors d'ouervesI drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!!Hah, if you still look up in the sky I'm still highAll the way live like LakesideWann die? E (whattup son), you got this beat pumpinThe way I feel niggaz ain't leave until they up in somethinPack my dutch like the niggaz in the countyDayrooms, stay tuned, for Doc IlluminatiUp around them big butt freaks is where you find me(Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante)
So take heed to what I'm sayingCause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas ain't playing
To my people in the back, if you're not the wack, sayDon't stop, the body rockTo my people in the front, if you're tokin on blunts, sayDon't stop, the body rock... aoowwwwwowwwwwI'm too strong for you to listenI started spittin, that's why the brick niggaz be lickinThey stay on magazine written equipmentsAnd lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your bitch wentI'm smokin leaky out the Lec-y, fatalMy Squad steps with the ultimatum, true datMy muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved crackFor those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes backBuddy, bringin money to your girlfor your little daughter like I'm CuttyTwenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote itI see you notice how I leave microphones corrodedHahahahaha, your staff not up to parYou raw, you're more like Zsa Zsa GaborCall deep niggaz, keep the gas pedal flooredAnd I pump the funk to keep a room and board
*record scratches, rooster cackles*
