Salt N Pepa Lyrics

Salt N Pepa Lyrics

"Heaven 'N Hell (remix) Lyrics"

Loveshit Lyrics
when you're young and you say you believe it, man you're never gonna ch-ch-ch-change you can read about it all in imaginary stories but you never get the glory 'cos in life it ain't the same you give a bit, and you give a bit, and it's all you'll ever d-d-d-do but you still keep believing in your loveshit 'cos you're hoping one day it'll happen to you, like my baby with the sunset eyes, making mov

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Children play, women produce
Kids killing kids just for the juice
Now Africa is looking for the truth
But it's gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

In this edition of the story, no need to bore me
It can't do nothin' for me, even Denzel Washington couldn't find any
glory
In the overcrowded streets of the city
I know it's (shitty), but I can do without the pity
(Baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I won't have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

(Well) He's standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off the
Ride With The Sun Lyrics
There is a place lost into space where live mystic legends mitsy tales Open your mind to fantasy you won't believe, won't believe what you will see magic and evil innoncence and lies the wrong and the right and all that stands behind What do i see Within my dream Deep in the corridor of time We ride away Sorrow brings tears to my heaven then goes far away Sorro
ir ass
Girls today don't wear no bras
Little John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma carries a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in your face

So come and meet my man Brett (Yo, what up, Brett?)
He's smokin', but it's not a cigarette (Speak on it, Pep)
I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself
Get into somethin' he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are sick and tired (Sick of who?)
The police (Word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' that they got one of 'em
It was a drug bust, but something's weird
(Well, what's the matter, Spinderella?)
The way half a million disappeared

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Heaven and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on earth

Who gives a damn about me?
(Huh?) Me (what?), me, yeah, little ol
Behind Closed Doors Lyrics
My baby makes me proud Lord don't he makes me proud He never makes a scene by hanging onto me in a crowd Cause people like to talk Lord don't they love to talk But when they turn out the lights I know he'll be leavin' with me And when we get behind closed doors and I let my hair hang down And he makes me glad that I'm a woman Oh no one knows what goes on behind closed doors [ steel ] My
me
Me, myself, and I
Live or die, laugh or cry
I'm all that I got, Pops, and that's a lot, Hops
I'd rather rot in jail before I ho-hop
Go 'head, me, tell 'em
They may be hard of hearing
So keep yellin' at the top of your lungs
Now everybody's got guns
They wanna be hard rocks and not be a fool
That buys a history book
Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my hits
And that two-fifth click to my kids
If nothin's gonna flip then I'm-a have to rip sh...
Ah, go for yours cuz you gotta
In the ghetto you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama
She's a gangster and the other terminal cancer
Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson will answer

Heaven and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on earth

Well everybody be damned, her father's in jail
Big Bang Theory Lyrics
Intro: Xzibit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in the '99 What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo HOOK: Xzibit I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole citySister's on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale"
Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her uncle
Her brother's sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from the Feds
(The only thing she ever loved was a piece of lead)
And that's a double-barrelled pump underneath the bed

Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody blues
The good news is God's news, with Him you can't lose
Hell is here on earth, the heaven you can choose
There's a choice, you got one, son, know where I'm comin' from?
Choose one, you better choose one

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Heaven and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on earth