(Brotha Lynch Hung)
Yeah and ya don't stop the Brotha Lynch in the house ya don't stop
Yeah and ya don't stop hoes keep giving up that cock
'cause every nigga got a hoe
Oh and ever...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Brotha Lynch Hung
(Lynch)
I know, you remember Holiday Inn
Had to hit it from the back drinkin oe and gin
I used to eat pussy up, I can't lie,
That's really real, really real, really real
See I met ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Brotha Lynch Hung
My be some lecage in my clique some niggaz
Den ran up in my shit forced to use the 4 fifth
Leaven um layin in old 8 english piss got me all
Stressin and sicc pickin up bodies and d...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Brotha Lynch Hung
And I got bodies in Explainthe trunk, some of that * pepper
Spaghetti your insides
Dead like a zombie
Make you go hug mommy
Mo' drugs on me
They look at me like I'm
Givin' bi...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Brotha Lynch Hung
[Verse:]
I only got enough money for some hamburger meat
But I still aint trippin, That's the shit I like to eat
But my son, He like, "Daddy, This is all we got to eat?"
I'm like s...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Brotha Lynch Hung
(lynch):
Now on my briefcase was some crumbled weed
A pack of saravegas and a 24 ounce o.e.
Might as well skeez these couple of hoes
In my 69 malibu sittin' on trues and vogues
For...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Brotha Lynch Hung
what's up man?
(Lynch) what's that?
Its that prozac
(Lynch) How many - how many milligrams is that?
Shit, five hundred. Better watch out for these boys
(Lynch) Let me get so...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Brotha Lynch Hung
Chorus x1 (Lynch)
I run through ho's like pounds of weed
Sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350(50)
And all these years I can't believe
Somebody put they paws in my naked cheese.
...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Brotha Lynch Hung
I was rollin' through the hood one day
Thought shit den calmed down,
"gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den been around
Ain't talked to nobody from my block
Cause a...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Brotha Lynch Hung
Verse 1:
Man these wicked streets will drive a nigga insane
The week a c*** back and put a pistol to da brain
Weed alcohol nicotine and cocaine
The plot to break us all down to eat...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Brotha Lynch Hung