Lirik Lagu Let Me In - Young Buck
X
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.
[50 cent]Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young BuckG-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the endGo shawty, we back up in this bitch againWe party, harder than you can imagineYou can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win
[Verse 1][Young Buck]I feel attention when I walk in the clubG-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thugGimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bubI dont need security, Dis Four-Nickel enoughI came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and allSo bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogsIf you love ya wife keep her at home tonightShe might neva come home again nigga, aight!Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes likeRidin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lightsHomie is that real, I pray I keep livinMy momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prisonMy daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss himAint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livinTha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm50 holla get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em'Raaaaa!
[Chorus x2]I know you gonna let me shine n get mineI know you gonna let me in wit this nineI know you gonna let me smoke up my weedI know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
[verse 2][Young Buck]I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same timeTook a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mineI'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nineNiggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signsG-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs doG's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Bloodz tooMove lemme come throughAint a pair of handcuffs, can hold meI'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldiesMy goals keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryinThe handle of my 45 outlined in diamondsJust left Ca$hville, bout to fly to MiamiHopin Yayo watchin Eminem perform at the GrammysNiggaz like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand meI know money will make Halle Berry come outa them pantiesBitch!
[Bridge]Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)
[Chorus x2]
[verse 3]Bet ya I can make them bounce backTeach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to count stacks (yeah)Now where ya hood at? BuckIf you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna doWho want beef, I aint come for no name callinDont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin'Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folksCan't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notesIt's alright if you still on the block boySee ima cold young thug, not a hot boyYou know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind barsAs soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all carsYoung Buck!
[chorus x2]
[50 cent]We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the endGo shawty, we back up in this bitch againWe party, harder than you can imagineYou can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win
[Verse 1][Young Buck]I feel attention when I walk in the clubG-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thugGimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bubI dont need security, Dis Four-Nickel enoughI came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and allSo bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogsIf you love ya wife keep her at home tonightShe might neva come home again nigga, aight!Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes likeRidin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lightsHomie is that real, I pray I keep livinMy momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prisonMy daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss himAint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livinTha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm50 holla get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em'Raaaaa!
[Chorus x2]I know you gonna let me shine n get mineI know you gonna let me in wit this nineI know you gonna let me smoke up my weedI know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
[verse 2][Young Buck]I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same timeTook a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mineI'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nineNiggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signsG-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs doG's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Bloodz tooMove lemme come throughAint a pair of handcuffs, can hold meI'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldiesMy goals keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryinThe handle of my 45 outlined in diamondsJust left Ca$hville, bout to fly to MiamiHopin Yayo watchin Eminem perform at the GrammysNiggaz like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand meI know money will make Halle Berry come outa them pantiesBitch!
[Bridge]Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)
[Chorus x2]
[verse 3]Bet ya I can make them bounce backTeach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to count stacks (yeah)Now where ya hood at? BuckIf you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna doWho want beef, I aint come for no name callinDont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin'Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folksCan't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notesIt's alright if you still on the block boySee ima cold young thug, not a hot boyYou know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind barsAs soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all carsYoung Buck!
[chorus x2]
[50 cent]We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the endGo shawty, we back up in this bitch againWe party, harder than you can imagineYou can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win
