Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buried Alive Intro, artist - Shyne. Album song godfather buried alive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Buried Alive Intro |
Yeah, yeah |
This ones for my Brooklyn playboys |
This ones for my L.A. playboys |
This ones for my Chi-town playboys |
ATL, down south |
NC, SC |
Where you be? |
Come on, just play it with me |
When it come to hoes, we don’t love not one |
Fuckin a friend ain’t no option |
It’s a must, her friend assists like Stockton |
When we fuck, I gotta have two not one |
She know a freaky nigga like me |
Get her wet then I’m out like strike three |
No doubt, make her girlfriend eat her out |
After we fuck then the exit be the route |
Believe me, we don’t love them hoes |
Break out, after we dug them hoes |
You wanna stay bitch, what’cha talkin 'bout? |
Put your shoes on and start walkin out |
Get out, I don’t wanna hug you |
Get out, bitch I don’t love you |
Get out, what’cha talkin 'bout |
Put your shoes on and start walkin |
I know you hittin, got me lickin the hole |
Before I’m stickin the hole |
I put my my face in the place niggas don’t see |
Love drug baby, I’m about to O. D |
Cocaine pussy, one stroke be a whole ki |
You’re feminine, hood from heaven an' |
I’ll do anything, orals to S and M |
Keep you satisfied, back? |
certified? |
Come and take a ride, I’ll be your great adventure |
Tell ya friends I bent’cha, who sent’cha? |
Must’a been God, my bedroom angel taken |
Lovin the curves as you purr while im stroking |
Grabbin ya hair, dont’cha dare shed a tear |
You a good girl, don’t cry |
Shake that thang that I give |
Throw ya back as I dig |
Like a broke matress you had me sprung out |
But ain’t nothin changed you got to get out |
To all my niggas that know what I mean |
When you fuck a bitch good she don’t wanna leave |
I go through this all the time |
Bitch act like she don’t see the exit sign |
Start cryin, how much she love Shyne |
Thats the same thing she told my man Brian |
What the fuck, she think I’m stupid? |
Don’t know my pimp blood is deeply rooted |
Inherited, that be my heritage |
That I don’t give a fuck about a bitch fetishes |
So when we fuck, and it’s over |
Throw ya pocketbook, on ya shoulder |
Put your shoes on and hit the road |
And if your last name Royce, bitch you Roll |