Lirik Lagu Wizard of Oz - 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
- 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.
[Chorus 2X's]Now come follow meDown yellow brick roadTo easier to seeHillwood HustlaGot what you need
[Verse 1]It were plain to seeSince the age of threeOne day dope fiends'll be pagin meI got crunk in the game niggas knew my nameHillwood the place I gain my fame16 in a 7-7 SevilleSmoke grey gold trim big daddy grillBack in '86 I was choppin bricksTo think a damn paper made ??? richI got love for the hustlas in every hoodBut hate in your heart it'll never be goodI feel blessed but confessI blow sess for my stressIts that Mex with a S on my chestNone the less I was real with the homiesWith the O-Z's running from the policeNo peace blow sweets on cold streetsDope fiends gon bring a nigga more green (echoes)
[Chorus 2X's]
[Verse 2]My money triple sippin ripple living simpleRolling paper squares out a fat ass nickleTrick on my dick for the bricks I chopPigs in my mix when they hit my blockUsed to catch a raid bout every six monthsJust a check up to see if id slip onceCall it one time some rhyme bout this shitI can slide in my sandals but never will I slipUndercovers hit the set man yall funnyTaking them crumbs and giving marked moneyTrying to convict em I aint fallin victimFool I know your face and my boys I done hipped emThey want me bad so mad as they burn offFucking with them hoes now my blunt done turned offNo other way just another day on the spotIf you play then you pay it dont never stop (echoes)
[Chorus 2X's]
[Verse 3]I wrote this book bout a hopeless crookLiving in the land where the coke is cookedWhere hoes get took and the choke is goodWhere smokers hooked and the soldiers hoodThat lonely Wood where his homies stoodTrying to change myself if I only couldIm just your Hillwood Hustla street rhyme rustlerBlowing more smoke than a broke down mufflerBut I'm taking lossesIt aint easy working jobs with no fucking bossesSelling dope is the hardest thing a man can doRisking life and your freedom for a buck or twoStill I feel if you loose control homie youse a hoReal g's keep they life on cruise controlWhen the police kick door and raid my cribI tell em pigs of the slippers thats not what I did (echoes)
[Chorus 2X's]
[Verse 1]It were plain to seeSince the age of threeOne day dope fiends'll be pagin meI got crunk in the game niggas knew my nameHillwood the place I gain my fame16 in a 7-7 SevilleSmoke grey gold trim big daddy grillBack in '86 I was choppin bricksTo think a damn paper made ??? richI got love for the hustlas in every hoodBut hate in your heart it'll never be goodI feel blessed but confessI blow sess for my stressIts that Mex with a S on my chestNone the less I was real with the homiesWith the O-Z's running from the policeNo peace blow sweets on cold streetsDope fiends gon bring a nigga more green (echoes)
[Chorus 2X's]
[Verse 2]My money triple sippin ripple living simpleRolling paper squares out a fat ass nickleTrick on my dick for the bricks I chopPigs in my mix when they hit my blockUsed to catch a raid bout every six monthsJust a check up to see if id slip onceCall it one time some rhyme bout this shitI can slide in my sandals but never will I slipUndercovers hit the set man yall funnyTaking them crumbs and giving marked moneyTrying to convict em I aint fallin victimFool I know your face and my boys I done hipped emThey want me bad so mad as they burn offFucking with them hoes now my blunt done turned offNo other way just another day on the spotIf you play then you pay it dont never stop (echoes)
[Chorus 2X's]
[Verse 3]I wrote this book bout a hopeless crookLiving in the land where the coke is cookedWhere hoes get took and the choke is goodWhere smokers hooked and the soldiers hoodThat lonely Wood where his homies stoodTrying to change myself if I only couldIm just your Hillwood Hustla street rhyme rustlerBlowing more smoke than a broke down mufflerBut I'm taking lossesIt aint easy working jobs with no fucking bossesSelling dope is the hardest thing a man can doRisking life and your freedom for a buck or twoStill I feel if you loose control homie youse a hoReal g's keep they life on cruise controlWhen the police kick door and raid my cribI tell em pigs of the slippers thats not what I did (echoes)
[Chorus 2X's]
