: Something about the West coast... Shhh... don't tell nobody Something about the West coast It makes me wanna ride Shake it Westside Throw ya hands
: 20 days in a row spending money I don't have on beer. 20 years in a row missing something I don't know about. Your lies are exploding in my face. Your
: Do You See The Mines Paving My Way? I Avoid Them Resisting The Force Pulling Me Down Rip The Noose Regain Strength Again And Again! Where Is The
[Intro:] Christina Milian Cool & Dre Three 6 Mafia What's going down? Yeah! (Yeah) [Verse 1:] I ain't the one to cuss but fuck ya Way before you went
S'cuse me girl I know it's a bit embarrassing But I just noticed some tan lines On your shirt See, I reckon you're about an eight or a nine Maybe even
I'm back in the saddle again Out where a friend is a friend Where the longhorn cattle feed On the lowly gypsum weed Back in the saddle again Ridin' the
Daddy shoulda been a preacher man 'Cause everybody loved to hear him speak He didn't always follow his own advice But we got a sermon every week He'd
HANDLEBARS THE FLOBOTS !!!!!!!!!!!! I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars
What you say when you drunk in the club? Hood up And you deep in the club, let me know, hood up Show me where you from if your city's number one Hood
you know sometimes you have to use a little composure be playa about the situation but this is not the time nigga this is not the time nigga its time
To all the lowriders and big-riders Lowride, what happened in the car, yo? F'real, let a nigga Brand new truck, butter soft seat Four point somethin'
Counting down: 4 3 2 1 Chorus x8 (c-murder) Tru niggas gonna ride (we gonna ride or die) Verse 1: (c-murder) Hit em' up, hit em' up, nigga I fuck
No matter what I say or do You're never satisfied I've tried I've tried so many times So I'm leaving you now goodbye I'm riding on that midnight
(pressure) i make tracks for the certified for the b-boys for the disempowered for the unemployed for the worried mothers counting Roseries for my friends
We shall assemble on the mountain We shall assemble at the throne With humble hearts into His presence We bring an offering of song Glory and honor and
(Whomp, whomp) What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce! I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp) What you ride for? What you die
No wheels to ride, no wheels to travel No tracks to take on down The road I walk is gettin' heavy But I must still go on And in the night, I hear the
Feels like I'm riding a low seem I've run out of road feels like I'm running on a low seems I've lost control Never gonna get through this if I don't