100 lyrics for "What's this"
What's this young man to do? And when the summer ends, yeah I can't make no sense of this I'll be there hiding And when the sun rises, yeah I'll stay warm forever We spit from the Moon And found their heads down below I can't make no sense of this at all
Play(I think we all) We all need a little more love I scream at the top of my lungs But my voice couldn't save this home You're proud of the guns you hold What's left now, where can we go? (We just need) Ooh a little more love (The world needs) Ooh little
PlayOooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) Yo, what's the deal, nigga? Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that Trynna get our head rights, get this money right You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go Just another day in the hood
PlayInto a new dimension Can't you feel the tension ("Just lounge, you're in the danger zone" -- Erick Sermon) 8X What's the matter, feelin blue? Does this record bother you?? (Listen while they're comin man hurry up with the party dog shh be quiet) Enter a
PlaySee the flick of my wrist What the fuck is that sound Now every time they play this song she say "this is my shit" And I know she know what's up baby this is my shit In my bag now, in my bag now Brought the mac out nigga sat down I got shit I never had
PlayWhen my ship comes in What’s a guy to say? What’s a guy to do? I can paint this whole town red tonight, And still wake up with the blues Good luck is bound to find me, If it comes around again, But I’ll probably be out fishing, I had me a high school
PlayIn this burning house I've been sleepwalking Trying to take what's lost and broke And make it right Too close to the fire But it's the only place that I can hold you tight Love isn't all that it seems I did you wrong I'll stay here with you
PlayOh, I can't stop singing Oh, I can't stop singing! Make it stop, Make it stop! Am I real or just a prop? Someone won't you make it STOP! So let's just talk! What's going on? This can't be happening
PlayHow you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x) Yo my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park For your ears to list-this You don't want to miss this dun Don't be a statistic Keep your rhymes to yourself, we make fools out of niggas And write shit
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