PMD Lyrics
PMD Lyrics
"Rugged-N-Raw Lyrics"
There's More Pretty Girls Than One Lyrics
There's more pretty girls than one there's more pretty girls than one Every town I ramble around there's more pretty girls than one Well I am a rambling man I done roam this world around I've always been a rounder boy since my girl turned me down There's
There's more pretty girls than one there's more pretty girls than one Every town I ramble around there's more pretty girls than one Well I am a rambling man I done roam this world around I've always been a rounder boy since my girl turned me down There's
Ba-bom, boom, aoowww, heh
I'm blast the cold blast, I'm back to cold blast
*scratch* from the Squad tower
(Yo don't erase that intro!)
*whistling*
Chorus: repeat 4X (with variations and Hit Squad shoutouts)
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
repeat Chorus
Verse One: PMD
I grab my cordless like my nigga DJ Scratch is on the cut
Hit Squad on live, PMD's like what (what?)
I'm too rough, gettin snuffed all in the cut
Get with the rugged
The Road Goes On Lyrics
Not by the way of an apology For the things that I have done Do I set my boat upon the sea So like thunder, I am breaking free In the landscape of the heart It's hard to tell what's really taken me Now I see it all through different eyes This
raw shit, catch a nigga in the gutNot by the way of an apology For the things that I have done Do I set my boat upon the sea So like thunder, I am breaking free In the landscape of the heart It's hard to tell what's really taken me Now I see it all through different eyes This
Cause I'm Blass and niggaz ass stay gear with the Hilfiger
Timberland boots, Rolex, whip a Benz
So throw your hands up in the air like you don't care
Chickenheads swingin from chandeliers in they underwear
That's that b-boy shit, grab your big dick
Crack a 40, spark an L and get bent shit
Three eighty by the hip in case a nigga slip
Don't like beefs or jealousy fucks?
It's mass confusion niggaz losin by the minute tryin to win it
But thanks to hip-hop, yo Scratch spin it
C
Coming Home Lyrics
You couldn't find me anywhere Out at sea, deep under raging waves I swayed Captured in the arms of Poseidon I lost consciousness, once again Their voices laugh in ridicule Did you believe that you could survive? You know your sun burns way too
horus 1/2You couldn't find me anywhere Out at sea, deep under raging waves I swayed Captured in the arms of Poseidon I lost consciousness, once again Their voices laugh in ridicule Did you believe that you could survive? You know your sun burns way too
Verse Two:
Yippie-yi-yay, yippy-yo, it's the, slow-flow mechanic
Mass confusion is crusin just start to panic
and you don't stop, got the Hit Squad backin me
Spark your L's, honies sip your daquiri
Ask for P, my mission in to get richer and
lost my other half but I still got my Fisherman
hat, it ain't over til the fat chickenhead catch
wreck, snap that bitch neck
I show and prove niggaz best to move slow
The P the Mic Doc (c'mon) the micraphone's my only
friend, can't even trust nobody
Little Bit Of Faith Lyrics
They drove out of town at three in the morning - hellhounds on their trail They were low on gas, the hounds were gaining fast, but they just didn't care Had to reach the promised land by the end of their lives, but they were running out of time Their
Cause next thing you know I'm fuckin bustin somebodyThey drove out of town at three in the morning - hellhounds on their trail They were low on gas, the hounds were gaining fast, but they just didn't care Had to reach the promised land by the end of their lives, but they were running out of time Their
My shadow got my back and that's the way it goes
Keep my eyes out for foes and remain on my tippy toes
Respect my flows then release it for the brothers
One to hundreds, the fuckin certified top gunners
I keep a close knit quick to roast click
Bout to pull shit, a few dimepieces if the hoes fit
It don't quit, it don't stop, and never will and
so kill it, I'm strictly hardcore so you can see it
Chorus
*shouts, DJ Scratch on the cut, misc.*