Hollister Dave lyrics
Hollister Dave lyrics
"Good Ole Ghetto Lyrics"
Surrender Lyrics
Change, change... Change your plans I never knew you got so sad I wanted just to lose some flesh You better don't reduce yourself Bigger love = sadder end I never knew you got so mad I wanted just to lose some flesh Don't do it all for someone else Lose the boyfriend Get a roommate Play guitar as loud as
Change, change... Change your plans I never knew you got so sad I wanted just to lose some flesh You better don't reduce yourself Bigger love = sadder end I never knew you got so mad I wanted just to lose some flesh Don't do it all for someone else Lose the boyfriend Get a roommate Play guitar as loud as
Ha Ha I know yall can feel me on this one cause I'm
talking bout the ghetto
Well, well, well, well, well Oh yeah
Feel me come go with me
I was about 13 as I recall, just a young whippersnapper
playin' ball tryin' to hang out with the homies after dark
We use to slap box until the street lights come on and I
can hear my mama yelling that it was time to come home but
being young you know how hard it be was.
I can clearly remember all the other kids laughing at me
because I use to wear those hand me downs but if they can
only see me now, and evey now and then I reminisce about it
well baby thats life as w
Second Face Lyrics
Fool yourself, but don't fool me I know what you are No ideals but just an image A weak disguise of your mind A mind that is rotten You're used to abuse Be false, spread rumours, talk shit That's really your way But I can't be bothered. You make people watch their back Never face to face They might see through y
ell you know when you come Fool yourself, but don't fool me I know what you are No ideals but just an image A weak disguise of your mind A mind that is rotten You're used to abuse Be false, spread rumours, talk shit That's really your way But I can't be bothered. You make people watch their back Never face to face They might see through y
straight from the ghetto.
Hey yo, hey yo
Give me some of that, give me some of that
Good ole ghetto
Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again
Yo, hey yo
Give me some of that, give me some of that
good ole ghetto
Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories
We ate ghetto food, we wore ghetto clothes, ended up
being ghetto stars, driving our ghetto loads
With a diamond in the back, sunroof top, diggin in the
scene with a gansta lean ooh
Now I can clearly remember when it was cool to do the
"Hammer" dance an
When The War Is Over (Cosima) Lyrics
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away When the war is over Got to get away Pack my bags to no place, in no time, no day You and I we used each other's shoulder Still so young but somehow so much older How can I go home and not get blown away Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
everybody wore those pants but backAin't nobody gonna steal this heart away Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away When the war is over Got to get away Pack my bags to no place, in no time, no day You and I we used each other's shoulder Still so young but somehow so much older How can I go home and not get blown away Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
then I just couldn't afford it and every now and then
I reminisce about but its all good in the hood you know
especially when your from the ghetto
Hey yo, hey yo
Give me some of that, give me some of that
Good ole ghetto
Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again
Yo, hey yo
Give me some of that, give me some of that
Good ole ghetto
Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah,
Talking bout the ghetto, talking bout the ghetto
Yeah,
Sarah Jones Lyrics
sarah jones is acting out a monologue to teach the world about justice what women want "im not an object!" she screams with eyes on fire the crowd goes wild shes preaching to the choir W. is making love to shareholders who own a piece of
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahsarah jones is acting out a monologue to teach the world about justice what women want "im not an object!" she screams with eyes on fire the crowd goes wild shes preaching to the choir W. is making love to shareholders who own a piece of
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah,
Talking bout the ghetto, talking bout the ghetto
Hey yo, hey yo
Give me some of that, give me some of that
Good ole ghetto
Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again
Yo, hey yo
Give me some of that, give me some of that
Good ole ghetto
Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories
Ha Ha, yeah this song goes out to all my homies that
are locked up and all my homies who are passed away
Rest In Peace. Ha yeah, yeah from the Goodfellas Family
to you and yours. So ghetto