You are currently browsing all posts tagged with 'Deep'.
Displaying 1 - 4 of 4 entries.

Mobb Deep, Nate Dogg – Have A Party ft. 50 Cent

  • Posted on August 20, 2011 at 9:52 am

Music video by Mobb Deep, Nate Dogg performing Have A Party. (C) 2005 G Unit/Interscope Records

Deep Purple – Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming

  • Posted on July 29, 2011 at 1:05 am

all time classic.., album: Perpendicular While you were out… The message says You left a number And I tried to call But they wrote it down In a perfect Spanish scrawl In a perfect Spanish scrawl Yet again I’m missing you King size bed (in a) hotel someplace I hear your name I see your face I see your face (The) back street dolls And the side door johnnies The wide eyed boys with their bags full of Money Back in the alley Going bang to the wall Tied to the tail Of a midnight crawl Heaven wouldn’t be So high I know If the times gone by Hadn’t been so low The best laid plans Come apart at the seams And shatter all my dreams Sometimes I feel like… Screaming Close my eyes It’s times like this My head goes down And the only thing I know Is the name of this town Is the name of this town Yet again I’m missing you Won’t be long O’ coming home Until that distant time I’ll be moving on I’ll be moving on

Cormega & Mobb Deep – Crime Connection

  • Posted on July 23, 2011 at 5:23 pm

apologies for the bad audio quality and J-love shout outs Lyrics: Stupid…can’t fuck with this (I know) Bring your whole team kid. Yea dunn [Verse 1- Havoc] Yo, I love my niggas for that We strike back, handle business Test the realist, stay focused And keep the, enemy near us Niggas is careless, slippin up Switchin up teams, crossin over And gettin stuck for they cream Frontin like they skills, it superb Got the nerve, to get knocked the Fuck out, then kicked to the curb Thats for you and your whole click You roll thick, more the better, so like A dick bitch you gettin whipped, shitted on Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take your thug off You had it on a bit too long, tuck your chain in Your gettin yaked, for you 14 karat slum gold cubic zirconian Ass having, talking ’bout it, being ’bout it You ain’t been doin it, so don’t start Matter fact, keep it moving When it’s on, accumulate like cancer cells With advanced sales, leave a snitch dead Son he can’t tell, like a Viking, we strikin Reconstructing maps, plantin QB flags Son we want to visualize picture, analyze Situate another occupation, in cardiac arrest State of mind, you must be out your motherfucking mind Put you out of misery, short your lifetime, expectancy Didn’t even reach 23, first class shot, special delivery No doubt you wanna lay it for at you, at your own crib Talk out the ass, at your own risk, it wont give one fuck Two mysterious Chevy trucks filled with black cats, crossin ya path Thats bad luck

Cormega & Mobb Deep – Crime Connection

  • Posted on February 23, 2011 at 1:43 pm

apologies for the bad audio quality and J-love shout outs Lyrics: Stupid…can’t fuck with this (I know) Bring your whole team kid. Yea dunn [Verse 1- Havoc] Yo, I love my niggas for that We strike back, handle business Test the realist, stay focused And keep the, enemy near us Niggas is careless, slippin up Switchin up teams, crossin over And gettin stuck for they cream Frontin like they skills, it superb Got the nerve, to get knocked the Fuck out, then kicked to the curb Thats for you and your whole click You roll thick, more the better, so like A dick bitch you gettin whipped, shitted on Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take your thug off You had it on a bit too long, tuck your chain in Your gettin yaked, for you 14 karat slum gold cubic zirconian Ass having, talking ’bout it, being ’bout it You ain’t been doin it, so don’t start Matter fact, keep it moving When it’s on, accumulate like cancer cells With advanced sales, leave a snitch dead Son he can’t tell, like a Viking, we strikin Reconstructing maps, plantin QB flags Son we want to visualize picture, analyze Situate another occupation, in cardiac arrest State of mind, you must be out your motherfucking mind Put you out of misery, short your lifetime, expectancy Didn’t even reach 23, first class shot, special delivery No doubt you wanna lay it for at you, at your own crib Talk out the ass, at your own risk, it wont give one fuck Two mysterious Chevy trucks filled with black cats, crossin ya path Thats bad luck

Powered by Yahoo! Answers