Lirik Lagu We Ain't Goin' Nowhere - South Park Mexican
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ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- 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.
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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
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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.
(feat. Rasheed)
[SPM]Master minded, boys get blindedWhere the fuck my weed sack? I just can't find itOh never mind it's right hereGot a roach behind my ear, higher than the hemisphereDear diary: my hood is so fireryI remember when no one would hire meused to sell ivory and pounds of that greeneryA grim scenery, but never had no fear of mesag my Dickies like Cantinflas, mami no te chiflastake my niggas out to Ninfas,I need a table for thirty-seven gangstasthe way the streets raised us: double pump gauges,close ranges, this money never change us, leave 'em brainlessForever armed and dangerousBubbles in my tub, not a Crip or a BloodI'm a thug, that's known to fight hate with love
[Chorus][Rasheed & SPM]On fire"We ain't goin' nowhere"Hell nah homeboy"We ain't goin' nowhere"No way, no how"We ain't goin' nowhere"So fuck what you thought"We ain't goin' nowhere"
[Rasheed]Here we go,It's them soldiers from the ghettothe "mero mero's"Rasheed puffing on golden pedalsAcapulco style Colombians from mi endhydroponic chronic smokin' chokin' potency love me in 'emcrumblin' to a fine hyna, (hey){but that leavin' might}?that I'ma love her so muchwhen the hustlin' get behind herThese senoritas be bangin' I hit 'em with the actionassassination of the heart but won't be no attractionsYou see I'm calculating deep on my dividendsbe givin' up friends, I don't need none of that shit in the endIndependent disposal is world wideConvulsion aside, the laboratory where the papersslide (slide, slide,slide)Purity assure me the highest qualityI follows my cheddar, you countin' carrots in the MarriotI carry a hit from my head to the planetglobal, on my mobile, my click forever known
[Chorus]
[SPM]In God we trust,Partna, ain't no bossin' usI used to get drunk and fuck a hippopotamusbut now I get surrounded by top notch bitches off the hingesI guess I got my three wishesTo rock the world like a muthafuckin' ounce of dopeNiggas couldn't see me, even with a microscopeI tag cities up, run right through 'emother labels wonder what the fuck I'm doin'I'm just pursuin' my dreams, it's not what it seemsI just wanna see my people live like kings and queensVersace jeans, eighteen hundred dollar shirtsYou jealous pigs on my dick act like fuckin' jerksbut face it, all that hatin' is gay shitYou mad cuz your house costs as much as my braceletI'd rather die, then work for the manNo more saving pennies, no more collecting cans
[Chorus x2]
[SPM]Master minded, boys get blindedWhere the fuck my weed sack? I just can't find itOh never mind it's right hereGot a roach behind my ear, higher than the hemisphereDear diary: my hood is so fireryI remember when no one would hire meused to sell ivory and pounds of that greeneryA grim scenery, but never had no fear of mesag my Dickies like Cantinflas, mami no te chiflastake my niggas out to Ninfas,I need a table for thirty-seven gangstasthe way the streets raised us: double pump gauges,close ranges, this money never change us, leave 'em brainlessForever armed and dangerousBubbles in my tub, not a Crip or a BloodI'm a thug, that's known to fight hate with love
[Chorus][Rasheed & SPM]On fire"We ain't goin' nowhere"Hell nah homeboy"We ain't goin' nowhere"No way, no how"We ain't goin' nowhere"So fuck what you thought"We ain't goin' nowhere"
[Rasheed]Here we go,It's them soldiers from the ghettothe "mero mero's"Rasheed puffing on golden pedalsAcapulco style Colombians from mi endhydroponic chronic smokin' chokin' potency love me in 'emcrumblin' to a fine hyna, (hey){but that leavin' might}?that I'ma love her so muchwhen the hustlin' get behind herThese senoritas be bangin' I hit 'em with the actionassassination of the heart but won't be no attractionsYou see I'm calculating deep on my dividendsbe givin' up friends, I don't need none of that shit in the endIndependent disposal is world wideConvulsion aside, the laboratory where the papersslide (slide, slide,slide)Purity assure me the highest qualityI follows my cheddar, you countin' carrots in the MarriotI carry a hit from my head to the planetglobal, on my mobile, my click forever known
[Chorus]
[SPM]In God we trust,Partna, ain't no bossin' usI used to get drunk and fuck a hippopotamusbut now I get surrounded by top notch bitches off the hingesI guess I got my three wishesTo rock the world like a muthafuckin' ounce of dopeNiggas couldn't see me, even with a microscopeI tag cities up, run right through 'emother labels wonder what the fuck I'm doin'I'm just pursuin' my dreams, it's not what it seemsI just wanna see my people live like kings and queensVersace jeans, eighteen hundred dollar shirtsYou jealous pigs on my dick act like fuckin' jerksbut face it, all that hatin' is gay shitYou mad cuz your house costs as much as my braceletI'd rather die, then work for the manNo more saving pennies, no more collecting cans
[Chorus x2]
