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Videos 1-8 of 8
Big Buck - Your Angel
Big Buck - Your Angel Lyrics: Verse 1: Never stop, never drop the leather so soft and the weather so hot head to the top, never get caught plot is the destiny like it or not and lil wayne yes, you might be the best but underneath my chest, I wanna help the rest its like a test please be my guest If I get a chance, if I am blessed if I ever get a deal, make 5 mil bro got a mil, mom got a mil dad got a mil, school got a mil hospital I'll build coz thats how I feel why you hate? just have fate try to help until its late your not hungry you have ate but I'll put food on empty plates dont want no jewels, I wanna build schools money is a tool, dont be a fool big house, big car, big chain, pool take it all leave me a stool Verse 2: Never quit, never quit mind so clear, honesty I spit words I fit, candles lit never doubt me not a bit look to the sky, soul why you cry? swear to god, ill help till I die I will get mine, and give it to you and if you need, ill give you too show me a smile, wider than nile keep it like that not for a while use your guile, shorten the mile dont walk on mud heres some tiles what dont kills me, makes me stronger hurry up now, cant wait longer heart is beatin just like bongos dont take long why you so slow ask me why, I dont know the worlds so cold, the hearts in snow but this cant go, and I will show that things can change to the kids that grow
Runtime: 3m:26s
Big Buck - Your Angel Lyrics: Verse 1: Never stop, never drop the leather so soft and the weather so hot head to the top, never get caught plot is the destiny like it or not and lil wayne yes, you might be the best but underneath my chest, I wanna help the rest its like a test please be my guest If I get a chance, if I am blessed if I ever get a deal, make 5 mil bro got a mil, mom got a mil dad got a mil, school got a mil hospital I'll build coz thats how I feel why you hate? just have fate try to help until its late your not hungry you have ate but I'll put food on empty plates dont want no jewels, I wanna build schools money is a tool, dont be a fool big house, big car, big chain, pool take it all leave me a stool Verse 2: Never quit, never quit mind so clear, honesty I spit words I fit, candles lit never doubt me not a bit look to the sky, soul why you cry? swear to god, ill help till I die I will get mine, and give it to you and if you need, ill give you too show me a smile, wider than nile keep it like that not for a while use your guile, shorten the mile dont walk on mud heres some tiles what dont kills me, makes me stronger hurry up now, cant wait longer heart is beatin just like bongos dont take long why you so slow ask me why, I dont know the worlds so cold, the hearts in snow but this cant go, and I will show that things can change to the kids that grow
Runtime: 3m:26s
Big Buck - Monday Hood
Big Buck - Monday Hood Lyrics: Chorus: Im takin off of the run way, broad way monday pistol with a clip im feelin this gon be a fun day bangin everyday gettin payed till sunday fools wanna front then I will show em only one way Verse 1: step out the door, J's steppin on the floor heat on my hip incase bustas wanna war headin to the six 4, hatas I ignore slowly tip tipin i be swervin to the store slowly tip tippin, candy paint still drippin bouncin hittin switches, wood grain steady grippin if hatas be trippin, my nine will start spittin bitches wanna ride, ass dip dip dippin feelin like a boss, bitches gotta floss when im on the block fools never ever cross bullet toss toss, rims spinnin gloss hold up dont burn, coz my flow is hot sauce ridin rollin, my paint fall swallen grab an umbrella a playa cant fold it a playa cant hold it, I got em like rollin hata start hatin, coz I see you fallin Verse 2: rollin like I, ballin like I, rockin like I told ya holdin like I, brawlin like I, callin like I fold ya goin like I, goin like I, goin like I'm gold ya ice chunk, bass trunk, ice age cold ya my bitches all comin, my bass heavy bombin bandana on the face, tec 9 maybe drummin hata flips off, all he does is hummin pimpin, ballin, all i do is stunnin seems like a fine day, playa get a fine pay when im on the grind, biz goes the my way if you motherboys be trippin, send em to the high way playa gettin paper, callin it the shine day Big Bucka mothafoka, trunk killa jumpin flipin, flopin that ass steady bumpin beat crazy pumpin, hataz I be stumpin I think we have a problem, the beat my flow is humpin
Runtime: 3m:36s
Big Buck - Monday Hood Lyrics: Chorus: Im takin off of the run way, broad way monday pistol with a clip im feelin this gon be a fun day bangin everyday gettin payed till sunday fools wanna front then I will show em only one way Verse 1: step out the door, J's steppin on the floor heat on my hip incase bustas wanna war headin to the six 4, hatas I ignore slowly tip tipin i be swervin to the store slowly tip tippin, candy paint still drippin bouncin hittin switches, wood grain steady grippin if hatas be trippin, my nine will start spittin bitches wanna ride, ass dip dip dippin feelin like a boss, bitches gotta floss when im on the block fools never ever cross bullet toss toss, rims spinnin gloss hold up dont burn, coz my flow is hot sauce ridin rollin, my paint fall swallen grab an umbrella a playa cant fold it a playa cant hold it, I got em like rollin hata start hatin, coz I see you fallin Verse 2: rollin like I, ballin like I, rockin like I told ya holdin like I, brawlin like I, callin like I fold ya goin like I, goin like I, goin like I'm gold ya ice chunk, bass trunk, ice age cold ya my bitches all comin, my bass heavy bombin bandana on the face, tec 9 maybe drummin hata flips off, all he does is hummin pimpin, ballin, all i do is stunnin seems like a fine day, playa get a fine pay when im on the grind, biz goes the my way if you motherboys be trippin, send em to the high way playa gettin paper, callin it the shine day Big Bucka mothafoka, trunk killa jumpin flipin, flopin that ass steady bumpin beat crazy pumpin, hataz I be stumpin I think we have a problem, the beat my flow is humpin
Runtime: 3m:36s
Big Buck - Time to Retaliate
Big Buck - Time to Retaliate Lyrics: Verse 1: im ready to die, but youll die first fear in your eye, for your blood I have thirst look up in the sky, tear in my eye coz I know ill kill you, matter of time Im gettin my doe, lettin 8 on 8 go even when I kill you I gotta get low the illest, the realist youll ever know I make them gats clap and thats how it go one to the head, now I know hes dead mind blowin scene, head full of lead I dont ever wait on the cats that hate I pop pop pop em from my high escalade I'm a straight ryda, the hatas i hide em hi tecs, deagles, uzis they bite em head on the floor and body beside it mother has cried it and the popos have found it Verse 2: big bucka mothafoka, hands up mouth shut keep ya ass calm or ill bust you like a nut ripin, blood drippin, holdin on your guts you cant tell me nothin, can you say what? lunatic psychopatic, playaz frozen static crazy motherfucker, love the smell of panic blowin up brains, call it organic cut you shut you in a box, send across atlantic roofless, my crimes is proofless you be playin goofy, I leave you moveless goofless, legs off footless leave you dumbed out, gps is routeless clueless, fruits left fruitless take your flute soulja now you fluteless cuteness, I leave you muteless where your bullets at? seems like shootless
Runtime: 3m:23s
Big Buck - Time to Retaliate Lyrics: Verse 1: im ready to die, but youll die first fear in your eye, for your blood I have thirst look up in the sky, tear in my eye coz I know ill kill you, matter of time Im gettin my doe, lettin 8 on 8 go even when I kill you I gotta get low the illest, the realist youll ever know I make them gats clap and thats how it go one to the head, now I know hes dead mind blowin scene, head full of lead I dont ever wait on the cats that hate I pop pop pop em from my high escalade I'm a straight ryda, the hatas i hide em hi tecs, deagles, uzis they bite em head on the floor and body beside it mother has cried it and the popos have found it Verse 2: big bucka mothafoka, hands up mouth shut keep ya ass calm or ill bust you like a nut ripin, blood drippin, holdin on your guts you cant tell me nothin, can you say what? lunatic psychopatic, playaz frozen static crazy motherfucker, love the smell of panic blowin up brains, call it organic cut you shut you in a box, send across atlantic roofless, my crimes is proofless you be playin goofy, I leave you moveless goofless, legs off footless leave you dumbed out, gps is routeless clueless, fruits left fruitless take your flute soulja now you fluteless cuteness, I leave you muteless where your bullets at? seems like shootless
Runtime: 3m:23s
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