X Sadat lyrics

X Sadat lyrics

"Cock It Back Lyrics"

Crime Of Passion Lyrics
Is that love in your eyes? Or just obsession? They're razor sharp! It's your disguise Your obsession! You mess my hair and tear my clothes Your obsession! Is it a crime to love you Is it a crime to love you Is it a crime to love you Is it a crime, a crime, I ask you why? Ruthless life -- you taught me everything I know I was always a fool I was always walking in your shadow Why is it a crime -


Yeah, cock it yeah [* Gun cocking *] cock it back

Bling bling Dat



[Hook]

When I feel like I'm fallin' the fuck down

And just for the fuck of it wanna let off a round

What, cock it back nigga [* Gun cocking *]

Cock it back, cock it back click [* Gun cocking *]

When I feel like the world is pay

I wake up one morning be like ya fuckin' me today

Cock it back nigga [* Gun cocking *] cock it back

Cock it back click [* Gun cocking *] cock it back [* Gun cocking *]



[Verse 1]

When I'm dead save my bones

Take DNA and make clones

Award, afford me luxury in my old age

After these years I should be slidin' on the gold stage

Missed the blades fifty, they left a nigga off the whole page

Fi
Ayatollah You So Lyrics
it's day number 102 it's number 101 if you're with a hindu the shah really took us for a ride he's leaving us to defend our national pride ayatollah you so (khomeni) ayatollah you so (khomeni) ayatollah you so (khomeni) stick around and wait for day 103 while the president's making plans the russ
fty motherfuckers that was better than me [* Gun cocking *]

That mean fifty motherfuckers was boiling hot [* Gun cocking *]

That's a lot, I can see that, that's a plot

Y'all bring y'all best five to the game

And I'm gonna do the same [* Gun cocking *]

And if y'all win I'm burst from the same way I came

The great Dat alligned with a bo-day of Arabs

They said don't fly black, yo just play cabs

Y'all happy y'all had a good day, y'all niggas slave slabs

Y'all niggas got money then huh y'all niggas get paid tabs

Save my mic in a steel case for when they blast this place

And I can still be a hero to my race

Y'all know I can't change my face

That's why I only move with pros

Who move that eighty long money when the bright sunshine

And the streets was ki
December Child Lyrics
(Cyndi Lauper, Jan Pulsford) Chorus: Close your eyes December Child And dream a while my little son and moon May the stars be your crown And may the earth guide you round and round Snuggle up and let me hold kiss Your baby breath in the dark and cold On a silent night long ago Another mother held her babe and told him Chorus: Close your eyes December Child And dream a while my little son and
nd but we can't rewind

I want that new money, tight fittin' jewel money

Mine's on tour, so I can take no more

So y'all niggas better knock it off



[Hook]



[Verse 2]

Blame my check bein' late for this rage

Blame child support for makin' me beats on the mailman

I got a new whip but is fucked up as my old van

Nigga crash my whip, you seen em' hit em' cause he was an old man

[* Gun cocking *] I gotta cold hand these days and no heart

You believe in that bullshit baby please don't start [* Gun cocking *]

Cock it once and it means no stress

House cleaned and you fumed into my favorite dress [* Gun cocking *]

You say I feelin' best, hey broad don't gas me

And don't ever take no money outta my pockets, yo just ask me
Bells of Alcazar Lyrics
Oh Alcazar Everybody is a star Oh Alcazar Just be proud of who you are Oh Alcazar Celebration when we ring The bells of Alcazar Oh Alcazar Everybody is a star Oh Alcazar Just be proud of who you are Oh Alcazar Celebration when we ring The bells of Alcazar We've come from around the world We stand at the golden tower The tribes go marching in G

See me down the block drinkin' Bud with the Mexicans

Speakin' broken Spanish, I know a lil' I manage



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

I'm about to leave New York I can't stay

The way shit is goin' I might have to get away

All day tryin' to hit me with prices I can't pay

Niggas bust the guns, got to duck and stray

Is the block clear, nah y'all can' rock here

With the 12, 12, 38, and 58, 58 [* Gun cocking *]

If we don't get it done here we gon' take it outta state

Burn something in the air, let the room be few [* Gun cocking *]

My broads gon' give a show cause I told em' so

Cause they holdin' dough, while y'all niggas movin' slow

Oh y'all ain't know, this is my every day flow [* Gun cocking *]



[Hook]