Pastor Troy Lyrics
Pastor Troy Lyrics
"Above the Law Lyrics"
Everybody Got Their Something Lyrics
My face to the sky Dreaming about just how high I could go and I'll know When I finally get there Taking of my glasses Sun pokes through my lashes And somehow I know There's a time for every star to shine Everybody got their something Everybody got their something Make you smile like an itty bitty child People keeping score Say better hurry up and get yours Cause somebody
My face to the sky Dreaming about just how high I could go and I'll know When I finally get there Taking of my glasses Sun pokes through my lashes And somehow I know There's a time for every star to shine Everybody got their something Everybody got their something Make you smile like an itty bitty child People keeping score Say better hurry up and get yours Cause somebody
Yeah this song is dedicated in memory of mister Terell Alfago Davis
Mister Davis was gunned down at the hands of two Richmond County
Sheriff's Department officers down here in Augusta, Georgia
My nigga I'ma tell yall just like this
them motherfuckers thank they some god damn bullies
But until we get wit they ass they gone continue to bully us around
and now all my niggaz done gone above the law
All my niggaz above the law
All my niggaz above the law <repeat 18x>
Why the fuck these niggaz fuckin with us, we ain't do nothin
All these pussy motherfuckers, they just be bustin
I gets the cussin the fuck, cuz I, I gives a fuck
And then they lock a nigga up, disorderly conduct
And my luck ain't even left yet they done stuck my niggaz up
Guess they didn't know that we didn't give a fuck
Yeah above the law,
Salty Dog Blues Lyrics
Let me be your salty dog I won't be your man at all Honey let me be your salty dog I can see you standing there I fust gotta stop and stare Honey let me be your salty dog If you'd only speak to me I'd be happy as could be Honey let me be your salty dog [ banjo ] I can think of what to say you just make me feel that way Honey let me be your salty dog Let me be your salty dog I won't be your man at all yuck my dope off in my jaw
soon as I saw em
My so-called nigga fronted, but I would throw em
out like three strikes, so tight he claim to be
While laughin in my face this nigga was framin me
I guess he didn't see KD and Greg watchin
On the roof trippin on three, my niggaz poppin
Droppin like bad habits while smokin a sack of cabbage
Pass the fuckin kid, sevem shots to his wig
Nigga see what you did and you brought it on yourself
Don't ever try to stop no hustlers wealth
You fuckin chump, jump and get yo' ass stopped (WE AIN'T PLAYIN)
The motherfuckin crime scene, we ain't stayin
Relayin, what happened at nine o'clock
By twelve we gettin blowed off at the spot
We chop the Remyiits V.S. to O.P.
Very Soon Opportunities are Plenty
Fools trippin drankin on some bull, fill up my cup
Get the thankin bout them phony
Test my luck, but I was never lucky
It took some triple gold D's for them hoes to fuck me
So fuck them, Braves hat with the crooked brim
I know I'm blessed as I'm dodgin them fuckin NARC'S
Nowhere to rest
That bullet proof vest protect they chest, not they head
One shot to them bastards temple, them niggaz dead
It was said I'm a lunitic
But I'll be damned if I put up wit some stupid shit
Cuz I'm above the law
(chorus)
One of my partners got caught with half a key
Since them crackers knew we was friends they askin me
Like I know, askin me the place to go to get this blow
and makin all kind of threats, like I'm gon' show
The flashlight gave a glow all in face
They askin me about this dope or catch a case
They askin me about the place, I can't remember
Me and him ain't mad
Then I tucked a gram in my Timberland boot
Went the tieing up my shit, told em don't shoot
A group of these motherfuckers, aproachin swiftly
Hands on they fuckin gun, as if they really
was bout to take a nigga off, didn't look good
Then I thought about the shit, and knocked on wood
Now would they find this dope hidden off in my shoe
And if they did find the shit, what would they do
I knew that I was fucked up no where to run
All I saw was was Walter waitin,four "0" one
A Richmond County jail, ahh hell naw
Just that quick that my niggaz gone have that y'all
We bustin at all coppers, fuck what ya heard
And up the mini 14 and mouths burn, last word
I thank they stem, and couldn't finish
When I said above the law my nigga I meant it
Above the law
(chorus)
Let me be your salty dog I won't be your man at all Honey let me be your salty dog I can see you standing there I fust gotta stop and stare Honey let me be your salty dog If you'd only speak to me I'd be happy as could be Honey let me be your salty dog [ banjo ] I can think of what to say you just make me feel that way Honey let me be your salty dog Let me be your salty dog I won't be your man at all
soon as I saw em
My so-called nigga fronted, but I would throw em
out like three strikes, so tight he claim to be
While laughin in my face this nigga was framin me
I guess he didn't see KD and Greg watchin
On the roof trippin on three, my niggaz poppin
Droppin like bad habits while smokin a sack of cabbage
Pass the fuckin kid, sevem shots to his wig
Nigga see what you did and you brought it on yourself
Don't ever try to stop no hustlers wealth
You fuckin chump, jump and get yo' ass stopped (WE AIN'T PLAYIN)
The motherfuckin crime scene, we ain't stayin
Relayin, what happened at nine o'clock
By twelve we gettin blowed off at the spot
We chop the Remyiits V.S. to O.P.
Very Soon Opportunities are Plenty
Fools trippin drankin on some bull, fill up my cup
Get the thankin bout them phony
Banks of the Roses Lyrics
A traditional song which was a likely inspiration for Where The Wild Roses Grow. Nick's song is also available. When I was a wee thing, I heard my mother say That I was meant for rambling and would easy go astray And before that I would work, I would rather sport and play With my Johnny on the banks of red roses On the banks of red roses, my love and I sat down He took out his tuning box to play hi
bitches, that stood me upA traditional song which was a likely inspiration for Where The Wild Roses Grow. Nick's song is also available. When I was a wee thing, I heard my mother say That I was meant for rambling and would easy go astray And before that I would work, I would rather sport and play With my Johnny on the banks of red roses On the banks of red roses, my love and I sat down He took out his tuning box to play hi
Test my luck, but I was never lucky
It took some triple gold D's for them hoes to fuck me
So fuck them, Braves hat with the crooked brim
I know I'm blessed as I'm dodgin them fuckin NARC'S
Nowhere to rest
That bullet proof vest protect they chest, not they head
One shot to them bastards temple, them niggaz dead
It was said I'm a lunitic
But I'll be damned if I put up wit some stupid shit
Cuz I'm above the law
(chorus)
One of my partners got caught with half a key
Since them crackers knew we was friends they askin me
Like I know, askin me the place to go to get this blow
and makin all kind of threats, like I'm gon' show
The flashlight gave a glow all in face
They askin me about this dope or catch a case
They askin me about the place, I can't remember
Me and him ain't mad
Gap Lyrics
Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez Purified sounds brush 'em on like paint Teenage dream to work with Ron Saint Home he ain't, we layin' tracks in cali The dude is excitable as a pep rally Since the days of The Eds Grew up westside keeping it real Got nothing to hide Now we are a number there is none greater Take me out sound king yo peace see ya later Let's step out tonight, all nig
no moves since last DecemberMusic: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez Purified sounds brush 'em on like paint Teenage dream to work with Ron Saint Home he ain't, we layin' tracks in cali The dude is excitable as a pep rally Since the days of The Eds Grew up westside keeping it real Got nothing to hide Now we are a number there is none greater Take me out sound king yo peace see ya later Let's step out tonight, all nig
Then I tucked a gram in my Timberland boot
Went the tieing up my shit, told em don't shoot
A group of these motherfuckers, aproachin swiftly
Hands on they fuckin gun, as if they really
was bout to take a nigga off, didn't look good
Then I thought about the shit, and knocked on wood
Now would they find this dope hidden off in my shoe
And if they did find the shit, what would they do
I knew that I was fucked up no where to run
All I saw was was Walter waitin,four "0" one
A Richmond County jail, ahh hell naw
Just that quick that my niggaz gone have that y'all
We bustin at all coppers, fuck what ya heard
And up the mini 14 and mouths burn, last word
I thank they stem, and couldn't finish
When I said above the law my nigga I meant it
Above the law
(chorus)