Juelz Santana lyrics

Juelz Santana lyrics

"Okay, Okay lyrics"

In The Drink lyrics
[Chorus] I'm in the drink for love And want to drink your love Swimmin' a swim in the suds I want to drink your blood Up like a rocket, down like the rain Back and forth like a choo-choo train


[Verse]
I make music I consider a challenge
Like this here, reminds me of Gilligan's Island
And that reminds of Harlem, where my niggaz is whylin
The only borough that was built on an island, woah
You fucks probably ain't know, if they cut off the bridges
We'd be stuck, forced to live on the Island
But we gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors
Niggaz still want beef than holla
You think you bout it, get your piece a
Pecan Pie lyrics
Oh what i would give for a good cup of coffe and some pecan pie at that cafe in Guelph i know a really good record store along the way but im keeping that to myself oh i've been home fot too long i'm fed-up with myself and my daily
nd holla
Squeze the piece when I think it's problems, do you follow?
A young Muhammad Atta, no plane lessons, cocaine lessons, just a plot of towers
Before they crashed and divided the towers
I'm hurtin' working hard to reprovide the towers, like
Bring 'em back up, lift 'em back up
Niggaz back up, or lift us back up

[Chorus: 2x]
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Y'all can't fuck with me, ok
Ghetto-ology lyrics
"Uh-huh, been here been real Still clear South West Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it? Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it? Chorus: Now from that ghetto ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto Got on
y

[Verse]
Now let me hear you say, OKAY
It's Santana the great again, tie him up, bandana his face again
I tried to tell 'em it's no escaping the basics
And no escaping the hatred and no escaping the matrix man
Only Neo is me, no Cleo can see my future, if she did I'd shoot her
They tried to say the mission was impossible
I came through, crew did it, got it poppin' too
Two bitches on my side both prostitutes
Gr
The Ways Of The World lyrics
[Lil' Zane] Money is mandatory, my game is self explanitory I hit the blunt as I proceed to tell my ghetto stories I'm into deep,all my peeps, bring them shovel stories Some niggaz strapped with thier gats, tr
ay smoke, mobster's suit, yeah they get it poppin' too
I get my ace holes chopped in two, dimes, quarters, rocks in two
The fiends cop it too
Yeah, look at 'em rockin' two, rockin' boat, Rock n' Jock
Stop and plot, hot a BLDAT
Fucka, this nigga gotta stop, out of sight, out of mind
He gotta go, he out of line

[Chorus: 2x]
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, Okay, Okay
Okay, Okay, Okay
Y'all can't fuck with me, OKAY