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Love From The Sick Side
"don't be a good neighbour to her. I'll send a love letter. Straight from my heart, fucker!. You know what a love letter is. It's a bullet from a fuckin' gun, fucker!.
Lost Cities
I told the Tower of Power we can work together. But I guess they rather see wars and scars better. Street veterans holding enemy Bandera. And then we're caught up in the web of the Guerra.
La Connecta Pt. 2
Joaquin:. It's seven and a half sharp this things about to start. My whole crew's being torn apart. By a spark of the greed 'cause everybody needs. And if you're in the way they spray you bleed.
La Connecta
Sonny:. Now I'm tired of makin' all these other mothafuckas money. While they sit back and leave it all up to sonny. It's been a long time I've worked for these lying pieces of shit.
Latinos
Ya tu sabes, pa to la jente que movieron la cadera. Aqui esta otra cosita caliente, mucha sabrosura. Proyecto uno otra vez con mi jente de reel 2 reel.
Last Breath
(Prozak). Just relax and let it go. Let your heart beat fade away to the sounds of my syllables. Incredible how immeasurable death is inevitable. Mind body and soul inseparable.
Life Is What You Make It
(Intro, P). Dont let em ever tell you dreams dont come true, Dont ever let them shoot down your dreams. No Dream big! Come here man, look me in my eyez now tell me who will stop me.
Lush
[Verse 1 Mr. J. Medeiros]. She said. You would be high too. If you had to live the life that I do. I view it blindly before he finds me. And reminds me of why my eye droops.
Little People
(Mr J Medeiros). Envision the prison of age. where the apparent disposition. is that of a parrot commissioned to live in a cage. who hits the parents when decisions are made.
Lsd (the Hood Internet Remix)
Lost, take a walk to the lake to ease my mind. then i wonder off. try to get up in my own zone no i don't really. want to talk. Layed back in the grass looking up at marshmellow clouds.
Love/hate To Be A Player
(C. Kirschner). Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI). Bass: Walter DrumsKeys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta. . Love Love to be a Player.. . I'm in the right mode, real bold untold riches in my pocket.
Love You Even More
Verse one-. Its been the longest day. And I can't wait to get home to you You take my stress away. When I hear your voice on the phone You do. And I got so much to tell you.
Lookin For Love
(Hook). Looking for love in all the wrong places,. Looking for love. (x2). . Verse 1:. Lil mama your so beautiful Gods masterpiece and now you know I can see you lack attention by the way you so quick to buy clothes to show all your dimensions and plus you had so many men trying to fit in you hurting deep inside but yet you trying to pretend you just want a friend he just want your pants now he got somebody else and you dont understand that youve been..
Lay Your Body Down
Chorus:]. Lay yo body down. And let me touch yo body. And you know it's going down. 'cause ain't nobody here to stop me. And I know you heard about. My freaky reputation.
Let's Ride
(Pooh-Man). Hop in a K-5 it's time to roll. My homies having a picnic with hella hoes. Stopped at the liquor store. And got the Hennessey, 20 sack and Antoine.
Lost In You
Take me to your soul. Lose me in your smile. Baby I don't care just as long as I get there. No need for cliches. Or silly masquerades. I'm drifting endlessly, drifting closer to you.
Looking Through Patient Eyes
Whatever it is I do, I try to think about you. I have a love for you that nothing hides. Whatever it is I do, I'm only thinking of you. I hope you look at me through patient eyes.
Life Goes On
When the game seems like it's got you down and out. All you have to do is pick yourself up off the ground. 'Cause life goes on. And when he calls you and your time has come to pass.
Loved
Do You Want To Teeeeaaarrrr mmmeeeehhhh. . KING SHIT KING SHIT. (Chorus). I've been hurt but I don't hold no grudge. At least I can say I was loved. Cuz I've been loved and when the day come that I get judged.
Look What I Got
[Chorus X4]. Look what I got-got. Guap so my shit fresh out the lot. Hop-hop-hop-hop-hop out the drop I'm yelling look what I got. . [Verse 1]. I'm a trap star my pants sagging.
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