Neva Again

Kam lyrics

Kam lyrics

"Active Lyrics"

Bi (Espanol) Lyrics
Abro los ojos solo para no estar dormido eres mi nueva realidad cuando estoy sin ti estoy perdido Cierra tus ojos para imaginar que estoy contigo solo una dosis nada mas para estar los dos perdidos. Come and show me your face come and tell me who you are kiss me while the night is dark cause I don't know where to start. Tell me who you are (dime donde estas), ahhhhh, ahhhhhh Tell me who you are (dime donde estas), ahhh


f/ Spade



..it's the end of the world

You know what, my nigga?

Let's get active



[ VERSE 1: KAM ]

I was born in sin, shaped in inequity

So niggas who ain't been where I been don't really click with me

I'm quick to be up and out on a solo creep mission

Or in a jeep fo' deep, screwdriver in the ignition

Listenin to gangsta rap, thang on my lap

Steady havin anxiety attacks, ready to snap

And give a nigga the claps

From this black thick dirty dick I whip out

(Unzip) empty the clip and dip out

Off into the night, takin flight like a great white

Dressed in khaki and denim pumpin lead venom like a snake bite

Buckin like a Texas bull or a Bronco

Tougher than leather, leave a fool forever horizontal

I g-o h-a-r-d

And I can't be no c-o-w-a
The One-Ft Jazze Pha and TI Lyrics
Artist: Cee-Lo f/ Jazze Pha, T.I. Album:Cee-Lo Green is the Soul Machine Song: The One [Intro] Hey! Hey! Yea (oh shit) yea yea yea (I see you girl) (Shorty, you know what you doing) Yea yea yea We gon' start this shit off right We got Suga D-Nice in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right We got Slick Jazzy Pha in the house tonight We gon' start this shit off right We got T.I.P. (Bankhead nigga!)in the hous
-r-d

See, it's a war goin on where the brown and the black live

Told you befo', man, I'm a soldier fo' sho' and I'm active



[ CHORUS: KAM (& Spade) 2X ]

So can you busters really fade it? (active)

Nigga, I ain't just affiliated, I'm (active)

Every day deep when we swerve (active)

Nigga, I ain't on no weekend reserve, I'm (active)



[ VERSE 2: Spade ]

I was forced to get a trade, the dirt handler

The street hustler, the gambler

Still at it with automatics, active

Move weight, then back to blowin in traffic

I'm an addict and don't smoke on dope

I'm just a fiend who get em off by the quotes

Fuck a rap star, I'm far from rich

Even if I sell a mill I still'll flip

These qualudes to oz's to birds

Homie, chop that chirp and let's go to work

It
Vlaanderen Boven Lyrics
Waar er mossel met friet is Waar een kip aan het spit is Waar de kerk in het midden staat Waar de purperen hei bloeit En het geld in het zwart vloeit Waar men nauwelijks Nederlands praat Waar een diploma geen zin heeft En de koning ook al niet Waar de schuimwijnkoningin defileert Waar het volk goedlachs is En een vuist zonder kracht is Waar men faalt en aan de toog expliceert Vlaanderen boven Waar men de heer nog kan lo
won't cease till I feel I can buy the world

I can't sleep, I just wanna move this dirty girl

I ain't hard to find, catch me on a block countin up a knot

You want it by the powder or you want it by the rocks?

We still play the field, playin for appeal

Playin to the kill, boy, this shit is all real



[ CHORUS 2X ]



[ VERSE 3: KAM ]

I'm from that army of the Dry Bones in the Valley nation

Never the aggressor, specializin in retaliation

(Takin dough means) makin foes bite the dust

We just fight with those who fight with us

United by the light, so in God I trust

So I might just bust and cut you all the way down to your pie crust

Cause my lust ain't just for attractive booty

But layin enemies down, stayin on active duty

I walks my post in a perfect manner

Keepin always on aler
Nadine Lyrics
I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat, I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street, I shouted to the driver hey conductor, you must slow down. I think I see her please let me off this bus Nadine, honey is that you? Oh, Nadine. Honey, is that you? Seems like every time I see you Darling you got something else to do Downtown searching for her, looking all around. See you coming to me, here we yellow cab, She move around,
t in suit and tie or t-shirt and bandana

It don't matter how much stress you put on my shoulder

I'm a die-hard wartime frontline foot soldier

Bang in a car and we drive straight

So fuck 24-7, I ride it 25-8

Fly straight and pray to Allah for forgiveness

While these other niggas talk the talk I really live this



[ VERSE 4: Spade ]

And that's the realest it get

We're still O.T. comin back with a grip

My O.G.'s taught me how to move a brick

So active, liable to snatch you right out of your whip

You don't really want no problems with this

Beatin niggas with the bottles of Cris

Slap they models, make em swallow it quick

That's on the Eastside, you know how we ride and dip

If you familiar then you know how them gangstas get

When we active



[ CHORUS 2X ]