Born to be wild Get your motor runnin' Head out on the highway Lookin' for adventure And whatever comes our way Yeah Darlin' go make it happen Take the world in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once And explode into space Like a true nature's child We were born, born to ...
Sean Kingston–Born To Be Wild lyrics Post my meaning Write my explanationnew Request & respond explanations Don't understand the meaning of the song? Highlight lyrics and request an explanation. Click onhighlightedlyrics to explain. I'm blown away, uh whoa, I'm blown away ...
Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz? Loud niggaz, O. K. Corral niggaz Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga How nigga? Ask me again and it's goin down nigga Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga ...
Wild Texan, no trespassin' Long mics hit the dead arm Planet Earth, home of Islam Brooklyn, I was physically born, clothes torn Rough tacklin' the streets, Allah Math' spine Technics We bring heat to the block party, drinkin' Bacardi Baggin' shorties for the homies who ain't here [Cho...
Put in a call to me. Everything Changes words, music, © 2008 Peggy Seeger administered by Harmony Music The house I lived in when I was a child Had woods . . . . we all ran wild You could hide ... then come home - after a while. ...
to prove to niggaz and you'll see, by the way it looks A lot of niggaz gon' be shook, don't disrespect and no hard feelings took, I profile while switchin styles in the crowd runnin wild Have you niggaz home dottin your rhyme, blowed out ...
The swing into never never land There was a darkness like an old friend That scratched and crawled up the wall Into my life Well it's the swing The swing like a pendulum Between the kisses and between the lines There is nothing to hide ...
You wanna be the man that they talk bout I walked out I had some things on my mind to sort out I thought bout the wild circumstance we born out Remember myself at your age, when I was just like you If that was now, I don't know what I would do ...
I be the I'll wild keeper, creep with such Pack a punch, yum yum, bag chumps for lunch Till the last forgade, the crime that pays Canarse, New York be the home of the brave Got slang and game, brother what's your rank
I'm the kind of nigga make hoes go wild Biatch! How you do that shit? Sideways on the pole, baby do that trick Cause while they wanna buy you bitches cars When you dance, you make niggaz dicks get hard I gotta give you my money cause I want a lapdance?