Kid Ink - Bossin’ Up Lyrics
Kid Ink - Bossin’ Up Lyrics is not 100% correct. I'll correct and update some errors later, thanks.
Very important my will, nigger,
Have no time for my chips, nigger,
Bossin’ up, added up, your girlfriend chooses like a massive club.
To the uman coalition like it’s stacking up,
Bossin’ up, added up, bossin’ up, added up,
But go back at my bitch for some bags and stuff.
Very important my will, nigger,
Have no time for my chips, nigger,
Bossin’ up, added up, your girlfriend chooses like a massive club.
To the uman coalition like it’s stacking up,
Bossin’ up, added up, bossin’ up, added up,
But go back at my bitch for some bags and stuff.
Valet when I’m parking, OG when I spark it,
Money speak when I’m talking, G’s on when I’m walking.
Stay fired up like rsing, you can’t touch my gourments
On late night past causing, drinking in large proportions.
And it turned out juice, got your girlfriend loose,
Shaking that ass, listen to the loop,
Give a nigger all hole, no loose.
Give a nigger all brain, no left,
I be at the bar hanging on grip.
Pants sagging on for fit, my security bullets like four inches.
Keep that shit like four inches, did the shit for my niggers,
Made it up the hood to the good side, bossing up with no tie.
You heard it through the great veil, now it’s actually there,
Now that’s clear who be getting to the brail like penell.
Very important my will, nigger,
Have no time for my chips, nigger,
Bossin’ up, added up, your girlfriend chooses like a massive club.
To the uman coalition like it’s stacking up,
Bossin’ up, added up, bossin’ up, added up,
But go back at my bitch for some bags and stuff.
Very important my will, nigger,
Have no time for my chips, nigger,
Bossin’ up, added up, your girlfriend chooses like a massive club.
To the uman coalition like it’s stacking up,
Bossin’ up, added up, bossin’ up, added up,
But go back at my bitch for some bags and stuff.
25 Kasım 2012 Pazar
Kid Ink - Bossin’ Up Lyrics
Kid Ink ft. Devin Cruise - Get You High Lyrics
Kid Ink ft. Devin Cruise - Get You High Lyrics
Kid Ink ft. Devin Cruise - Get You High Lyrics is not 100% correct. I'll correct and update some errors later, thanks.
Let me get you high for the moment,
Come and let me get you high for the moment
What I’m smoking, I’m up,
Bet to get you high for the moment,
Come and let me get you high for the moment,
Roll up that,
We on a cloud, we on a cloud,
On a cloud, you ain’t never been this high up.
We on a cloud, we on a cloud,
Oh, yeah, I know you feel it, got your eyes shut.
Little nigger from west down, moved on to the west side,
Ain’t put me on a medical, that left coast, the best sight.
My weed blew my girl yellow, we call that best bud,
My chain and my throne is two reasons she got her legs wide,
Cut your beaver is the reason she gonna leave you.
I’m a fucking animal, don’t you leave it up to beaver.
Plus I’m fucking cannon ball, she go crazy when I eat her.
See that brand going round and round, beat her.
This OG that we rode got me Jackie Chan,
No, the girl I came with look like she no Jackie Chan.
Stunning so she kick it with me, bitch, I’m Jackie Chan,
I got her open like the doors on a family van.
I’m back down alumni just like a straight A student,
They ain’t stupid, every day they pay it to us,
You ain’t talking money? You sound like you’re making music
I’m rolling that blue dream, imma make your girlfriend do it.
Let me get you high for the moment,
Come and let me get you high for the moment
What I’m smoking, I’m up,
Bet to get you high for the moment,
Come and let me get you high for the moment,
Roll up that,
We on a cloud, we on a cloud,
On a cloud, you ain’t never been this high up.
We on a cloud, we on a cloud,
Oh, yeah, I know you feel it, got your eyes shut.
But soon as they open is gonna be a movie,
Baby, imma keep on rolling.
Police smoke got me saying Holey Moley,
Go and get a cannon ray, and ash tray for the roaches.
I started with a quarter, money move to a half,
Now an oz, only think I ever grab.
But the OG make yours look like grass
Got a couple long jaws, not a old school bear.
Hold cold hat bags looking out for the cops
Windows up with the AC to the top,
Better take it easy, might just cough your lungs out,
Put a little hush in it, bout to have some fun.
Let me get you high for the moment,
I ain’t got to show it, you can smell that is power.
Come and get this blunt from me, don’t wait till it’s full 20,
Sitting on a cloud, just don’t look down.
Let me get you high for the moment,
Come and let me get you high for the moment
What I’m smoking, I’m up,
Bet to get you high for the moment,
Come and let me get you high for the moment,
Roll up that,
We on a cloud, we on a cloud,
On a cloud, you ain’t never been this high up.
We on a cloud, we on a cloud,
Oh, yeah, I made you feel it, got your eyes shut.
Kid Ink ft. Devin Cruise - Get You High Lyrics
Kid Ink - Ghost Lyrics
Kid Ink - Ghost Lyrics
Kid Ink - Ghost Lyrics is not 100% correct. I'll correct and update some errors later, thanks.
I think I’m about to go ghost, ain’t nobody see me,
I’m riding round in my locks, leave me
You can hear the bass beating like
Coming through the speakers like
I think I’m about to go ghost, Casper on these niggers,
Really ain’t one to boss but I’m doing better than most.
In the situation I’m in most of y’all would fumble
But I carry on on my own, I’m in the couple alone.
Doing by a hundred and ten, trying to run away from my problems
One day away from snapping, can’t see no other option,
And ain’t nothing new to my lifestyle, can’t nobody catch me right now,
Engine, know you can hear me come.
Now all of a sudden I gotta make a decision
To inspire y’all to be different, who’s responsibility is it?
Back then I was a nothing, what you are on my bump,
Fall high off that low, but the gas never low.
I think I’m about to go ghost, ain’t nobody see me,
I’m riding round in my locks, leave me
You can hear the bass beating like
Coming through the speakers like
I think I’m about to go ghost, ain’t nobody see me,
See through the floor, be me,
And you can hear the bass beating like
Coming through the speakers like.
I think I’m about to go ghost, riding round in my locks
For the sanchees and all, black, I barely see the road.
I ride for my niggers and I ride out for my folks,
I know navigation, gotta stick to the code.
Say one you get on you, forget where you came from,
I never changed, stay the same to the grave.
Coming through your speakers,
They talking about me, can’t understand what they’re speaking.
Think I’m about to get low, trying rock and roll
And my eyes look like rotts, hand out the window.
One hand on the road, me on the wheel,
With my foot on the pedal just tryin to keep it real.
I think I’m about to go ghost, ain’t nobody see me,
I’m riding round in my locks, leave me
You can hear the bass beating like
Coming through the speakers like
I think I’m about to go ghost, ain’t nobody see me,
See through the floor, be me,
And you can hear the bass beating like
Coming through the speakers like.
I think I’m about to go ghost,
Riding around in my locks,
Coming through your speakers like.
Kid Ink - Firestorm Lyrics
Kid Ink - Firestorm Lyrics
Kid Ink - Firestorm Lyrics is not 100% correct. I'll correct and update some errors later, thanks.
Flame, light up on, got a flame, light up on,
Got a flame, light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.
Got a flame, light up on, got a flame, light up on,
Got a flame, light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.
I burn it down, burn it down, burn it down, burn it down,
It’s going round, going round, you see it going round.
I got that flame light up on, got a flame light up on,
Got a flame light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.
Now you know I got that flame on,
Backs burn it down inside this bitch like a volcano.
Too high for TV, need to came and put a nigger on cable,
Roll up, roll up till nigger’s eyes red like cannon.
You don’t want no come back, fuck papers and contract,
Got ‘em high of concept with blunt longer than Cadillacs.
Lighters up, lights off, one hit on us, might gone.
Put you on the floor like pine saw,
Don’t need no scale nigger, I bought it.
Let’s start a firestorm, on your hair like high rain
And burn rubber on the motherfucker with a gas tank full of propane.
Riding round with that heater added to like I feel no pain,
Deaf off that loud if you ever heard my name
You know
Flame, light up on, got a flame, light up on,
Got a flame, light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.
Got a flame, light up on, got a flame, light up on,
Got a flame, light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.
I burn it down, burn it down, burn it down, burn it down,
It’s going round, going round, you see it going round.
I got that flame light up on, got a flame light up on,
Got a flame light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.
I’m high as fuck, trying not to fall
Your girl drunk trying not to call.
Better cuff your chick and a bottle low,
I had it once, but I swear to God we tried it all.
So game on, I ain’t even gotta say more,
But all my niggers got icon, at 18 we enroll.
Standing on the couch got me feeling eight feet tall,
Eyes on me, but I swear that I can’t see y’all, keep on.
Piro addict, smoking way more than ever,
Spied up to the mansion, you can smell it in my fenster.
Kush is my cologne and the champagne is my passion,
Might roll one up, but I don’t know if I can pass it.
Flame, light up on, got a flame, light up on,
Got a flame, light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.
Got a flame, light up on, got a flame, light up on,
Got a flame, light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.
I burn it down, burn it down, burn it down, burn it down,
It’s going round, going round, you see it going round.
I got that flame light up on, got a flame light up on,
Got a flame light up on, got it back, start a firestorm.
Kid Ink – Can’t Ignore Me Lyrics
Kid Ink – Can’t Ignore Me Lyrics
Kid Ink – Can’t Ignore Me Lyrics is not 100% correct. I'll correct and update some errors later, thanks.
You could try hard, but you can’t ignore me,
Shout out to the ones who did it way before me,
They love and they hate and then they love you more.
Different day, same old story,
Got money on my mind, nothing more important.
My asset of a kid raised in apartments
Fuck forty in the mue, I need a bigger portion.
Parked in front of a crib, looking for some dry
Dealing with the bullshit on the other side.
Other grass in the pass, I will run in half,
But I can’t get let me time, it’s a real homicide.
Gotta show ‘em all who the best,
In the motherfucking building like an architect,
Doing it more, I could never give ‘em less,
Now take a look around, I’ll be here with no one left.
Bitch, I promise.
You could try hard, but you can’t ignore me,
Shout out to the ones who did it way before me,
They love and they hate and then they love you more,
That’s the way it goes, that’s the way it goes.
You could try hard, but you can’t ignore me,
Shout out to the ones who did it way before me,
They love and they hate and then they love you more,
That’s the way it goes, that’s the way it goes.
Goes, on the side where I came from,
Live by the gun, die by 21,
Thank God I’m alive and I made some
Out in night, niggers thought I was frightened.
Now they see me getting to it, doing what they said I wasn’t
Gotta have a little patience, baby, why the hell you rushing?
I gotta play my cards, even when they think I’m bluffing,
Heading to the top, can’t see nobody above me.
Can you feel the pressure, can you hear the message?
I’m trying to stay clean but the shit be getting messy.
If you’re looking for me I will be right where you left me
Put that on my CD then I’m back to bring it back,
Bitch I promise.
You could try hard, but you can’t ignore me,
Shout out to the ones who did it way before me,
They love and they hate and then they love you more,
That’s the way it goes, that’s the way it goes.
You could try hard, but you can’t ignore me,
Shout out to the ones who did it way before me,
They love and they hate and then they love you more,
That’s the way it goes, that’s the way it goes.
24 Kasım 2012 Cumartesi
Wayne Besen described creepy, trance-like midnight International House of Prayer meeting back in May, before Bethany Deaton's murder; 'Beware Grandview and Kansas City... It's time to wake up.'
 |
| Wayne Besen |
Here is what I wrote on May 4:
There was a gigantic 24/7 prayer room filled mostly with teenagers, many of whom appeared to be of high school or college age. A band played hypnotic Christian music while the audience of 100 or so youth engaged in a diverse set of worship rituals. Some were seated, as if they were in a traditional church setting. Others danced and skipped, like they were in some sort of fundie rave. One youth twirled a purple fan, as if he were at a gay circuit party. About a quarter of the participants walked in a trance-like state through the aisles muttering to themselves — a practice that I had not seen before. Some of these youths walked non-stop for over an hour, with no signs of stopping to rest....With other radical cults now in the area, such as Lou Engle’s The Call and Andy Comisky’s Desert Stream, Grandview residents might want to take a fresh look at IHOP, before everyday seems like Halloween.
Beware Grandview and Kansas City. You have an aggressive, militant, angry, fundie cult growing under your nose. It’s time to wake up before you become the next Colorado Springs. Don’t be caught flat footed wondering, “How did this happen?” Consider this your first warning...
007 gets a New York license to drive after completing safe driving course and negotiating Staten Island traffic
Daniel Craig (who can too drive a stick!) spends a lot of time in New York, where wife Rachel Weisz lives, so he decided to get an Empire State driver's license, necessitating a five-hour driving safety course required of all aliens.His assistant requested a special Craig-only class at the Professional Driving School of the Americas on East 23rd Street in Manhattan. The road test was taken in Staten Island.
The International film idol and popsicle model has now proven to the State of New York that he is well versed on proper turns, driving in extreme weather conditions, parallel parking, three-point turns and understands the danger of alcohol and driving.