Lirik Lagu Boys On Da Cut - South Park Mexican
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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
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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
- 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.
First Verse:
I woke up quick, at around twoJumped in my benz, picked up DJ ScrewBoys out there, makin' them tapesSeparate the real niggas from the fakesMy boy just got out, did a flat tenAnd he just can't stop talkin' bout that penMy best friend, but time destroys all menNow he don't give a fuck about goin' againIt ain't all good, but I ain't missin' no moneyI'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't take nothin' from meSomebody once said they wanna see me deadThe next week they found the boy with two holes in his headI break bread with my killas in the H-TXIt's the SP-Mex, in the all black stretchKnown for my purity, pride, and securityA house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry
Chorus:
Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuckYou come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shutBoys out there, slangin' that yayOnly pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay
(2x)
Second Verse:
The time has come, and the day is hereTwo thousand one, is my muthafuckin' yearI come from the head, it's the boy named LosThe one that got everybody on they toesStraight up, and still I sell dope for a livin'In the form of a compact disc, fuck prisonNo more savin' cans, no more collectin' penniesI'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' "Who killed Kenny?"For my Gangsta bitch, that I just metShe ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her setI dance with the wolves, this is for my hoodGot the whole World fiendin' for the dope I cut
Chorus
Bridge (Ayana M.):
Fire......We on fire.......We ain't gone stop....Droppin' these boooooombs.....
(2x)
Third Verse:
I was twelve years old, when I did my first jackAnd I don't think that bitch ever got her purse backWith fifteen rocks, I bought my first carCooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jarIt's like uno, dos, tres, young Happy PerezGot me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legsBoys talkin' down, but I give two fucksStep in my face, I put you in an all-black tuxLayin' in a casket, hard as a rockMy lead, hit'cha head and make it snap, crackle, and popNow how many times do I have to tell ya?All my life I've been called a failure!My freestyle flow, is so untouchableI just got out the county jail two months agoNow I'm in the studio, just like JulioIn the city where them bitches never won a Super BowlMan I can't stop, I'ma keep on droppin'Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin'At the galleria, tell me have you seen her?I fuck a country singer and a Houston ballerinaPlus a fine ass China, I used to be a dreamerNow I bought my Mom and Dad a navigator and a beamerLeave a mark in this game, ask Ted IndianI don't give a fuck cuz every month I make a million
Bridge
I woke up quick, at around twoJumped in my benz, picked up DJ ScrewBoys out there, makin' them tapesSeparate the real niggas from the fakesMy boy just got out, did a flat tenAnd he just can't stop talkin' bout that penMy best friend, but time destroys all menNow he don't give a fuck about goin' againIt ain't all good, but I ain't missin' no moneyI'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't take nothin' from meSomebody once said they wanna see me deadThe next week they found the boy with two holes in his headI break bread with my killas in the H-TXIt's the SP-Mex, in the all black stretchKnown for my purity, pride, and securityA house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry
Chorus:
Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a fuckYou come talkin' that shit, your eyes get shutBoys out there, slangin' that yayOnly pussy muthafuckas say that crime don't pay
(2x)
Second Verse:
The time has come, and the day is hereTwo thousand one, is my muthafuckin' yearI come from the head, it's the boy named LosThe one that got everybody on they toesStraight up, and still I sell dope for a livin'In the form of a compact disc, fuck prisonNo more savin' cans, no more collectin' penniesI'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' "Who killed Kenny?"For my Gangsta bitch, that I just metShe ridin' my dick, chuckin' up her setI dance with the wolves, this is for my hoodGot the whole World fiendin' for the dope I cut
Chorus
Bridge (Ayana M.):
Fire......We on fire.......We ain't gone stop....Droppin' these boooooombs.....
(2x)
Third Verse:
I was twelve years old, when I did my first jackAnd I don't think that bitch ever got her purse backWith fifteen rocks, I bought my first carCooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jarIt's like uno, dos, tres, young Happy PerezGot me sellin' this dope to anyone on two legsBoys talkin' down, but I give two fucksStep in my face, I put you in an all-black tuxLayin' in a casket, hard as a rockMy lead, hit'cha head and make it snap, crackle, and popNow how many times do I have to tell ya?All my life I've been called a failure!My freestyle flow, is so untouchableI just got out the county jail two months agoNow I'm in the studio, just like JulioIn the city where them bitches never won a Super BowlMan I can't stop, I'ma keep on droppin'Seven of my bitches at the same mall shoppin'At the galleria, tell me have you seen her?I fuck a country singer and a Houston ballerinaPlus a fine ass China, I used to be a dreamerNow I bought my Mom and Dad a navigator and a beamerLeave a mark in this game, ask Ted IndianI don't give a fuck cuz every month I make a million
Bridge
