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Pastor Troy lyrics
Pastor Troy lyrics
"Gon Get U Lyrics"
Natalia Lyrics
Van Morrison) I'm walkin' down the street I'm on that midnight beat I'm on a lonely avenue Baby, won't you walk with me Baby, won't you talk with me Oh that's all I want you to do, now Walk with me Talk to me Call your name out Chorus: Na Na, Na Na, Na Na Na Na, Na Na, Na Na Na Na, Na Na, Na Na, Natalia Her
Van Morrison) I'm walkin' down the street I'm on that midnight beat I'm on a lonely avenue Baby, won't you walk with me Baby, won't you talk with me Oh that's all I want you to do, now Walk with me Talk to me Call your name out Chorus: Na Na, Na Na, Na Na Na Na, Na Na, Na Na Na Na, Na Na, Na Na, Natalia Her
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga(x4)
P TROY NIGGA!
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga(x4)
[Pastor Troy]
Hit em, hit em, hit em, pray lord of mercy,
Help em God, Pastor Troy baby and I'm comin hard,
Had to sit back and see the big picture, prolly in the back seat bustin me a swisher,
So high I getcha, huffin and puffin, cussin over percussions, out the back field, two thousand yards rushin,
I'm struttin, I'm cuttin, I'm spinnin, I'm jukin, got your girlfriend on the sideline lookin,
Wassup baby, it's all a game, not the only one there is who maintains,
They all know my name I'm the heavyweight champ, I rock the b
Credits Lyrics
[All instruments by Joe Jackson except where otherwise stated: Piano, electric pianos, organ, clavinet, synthesizers, samples, percussion and drum loops]
elt and got some killas in my camp,[All instruments by Joe Jackson except where otherwise stated: Piano, electric pianos, organ, clavinet, synthesizers, samples, percussion and drum loops]
This (???) has got me up, got me ready to shut the club down,
Take it all the way for a mothafuckin touchdown, less clown,
Dancin in the endzone, I'm lookin good I'm lookin strong,
Pastor Troy, bout to get you buck tell them ho's its on,
*Chorus*
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here, hell yeah!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[Gon get u buck nigga!]
If you came t
Dressed To Kill Lyrics
I know it's hard for you To understand what I'm going through But now I sit here to remind myself You're always dressed to kill And you feel like you owe it to the world But you owe it to yourself (Bridge) And you're, you're not here And I can't stop pretending that you're forever mine And I (Chrous) I can't dream anymore Since you
o get buck throw it up!I know it's hard for you To understand what I'm going through But now I sit here to remind myself You're always dressed to kill And you feel like you owe it to the world But you owe it to yourself (Bridge) And you're, you're not here And I can't stop pretending that you're forever mine And I (Chrous) I can't dream anymore Since you
If you came to get buck throw it up!
Eastside! Westside! Northside! Southside ho!
[Pastor Troy]
PT baby I came to get crunk, I don't get low I don't ATL stomp,
All I do is come through in the clutch,
Talk a lotta shit back a lotta shit up,
I'm bout to spit it real yo, mothafuckin dutch,
I'd rather grab I mic, then grab my nuts,
I got it in cruise control, I got it set,
From College Park, better early known as the DEC,
All over Zone 3, an Zone 4, every set that you claim, I gotta ho, ya know,
She ready! Prolly got more balls than you,
She ready! Hey there boo, what they do?
The Pastor,
Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft Lyrics
In your mind you have capacities you know To telepath messages through the vast unknown Please close your eyes and concentrate With every thought you think Upon the recitation we're about to sing (*) Calling occupants of interplanetary craft Calling occupants of interplanetary most extraordinary craft Repeat (*) You've been obser
after me there be three,In your mind you have capacities you know To telepath messages through the vast unknown Please close your eyes and concentrate With every thought you think Upon the recitation we're about to sing (*) Calling occupants of interplanetary craft Calling occupants of interplanetary most extraordinary craft Repeat (*) You've been obser
Two that ain't there and one you can't see,
Its just me, the PT cruisa,
I'm independent and I'm bout to do ya, and its...
*Chorus*
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[This right here, hell yeah!]
Gon get you hype, gon get u crunk, gon get u buck, nigga
[Gon get u buck nigga!]
If you came to get buck throw it up!
If you came to get buck throw it up!
Eastside! Westside! Northside! Southside ho!