Love L.O.D. Lyrics
| Song | Love L.O.D. |
| Artist | Keith Murray |
| Album | Enigma |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Berlin, Brister, Kirkpatrick ... | |
| Intro： | |
| Yo, i seen them mother******s out in the street | |
| Them ************* asses | |
| (man, ************* them *************s anyway) | |
| Hood rats and those fat, rolly polly punks | |
| Keith murray: | |
| Yo kel (what up?) yo answer this question | |
| Why are we the nicest in this ******' profession? | |
| Kel-vicious: | |
| Yo, it's um, simple philosophy | |
| Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d. (yeah, yeah) | |
| Aye yo 50, (what's up?) answer this question (what's that?) | |
| Why are you the best in your profession? | |
| 50 grand: | |
| Now when i'm creepin' on a ************* m.c. | |
| Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d. | |
| Keith murray (yo, what's up 50?) answer the question? (what's that?) | |
| Why are you be the sickest in this profession? | |
| Keith murray: | |
| I been all around the world hearing the wack m.c.'s | |
| It's doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d. | |
| (aye yo) ask yourself the very same question | |
| Why are we the wickedest in this profession? | |
| 50 grand: | |
| I'm breaking back with def squad constantly | |
| Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d. | |
| Any ************* want to step, get busy | |
| Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d. | |
| Kel-vicious: | |
| I be the bushwa freaker coming thourgh your speaker | |
| My jams be getting stronger | |
| While your *************t be gettin' weaker | |
| Now kel be playin' kids like the ny knicks | |
| Taking it to your ass with these rhymes and *************t | |
| Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhymning | |
| Sounding like *************t, off beat with no timing | |
| 50 grand: | |
| Now soon as i touch the paper, see you later | |
| I shut your lights off like a blackout | |
| So hit the circuit breaker | |
| I'm the worst trouble you ever had | |
| Vocab like knife stabs | |
| Comin' wild killin' in a paragrah | |
| Holding *************s ransom, it runs in my blood | |
| Maybe my grandson might be wild like charles manson | |
| Keith murray: | |
| I be the gimmie, the got ya | |
| Been blastin' *************s way before the remix "i shot ya" | |
| The proper hip hopper, fading em in the palladium | |
| And bustin' each and every *************, bubble in the tunnel | |
| After the sun*************ne comes the rain | |
| Hold up, wiat a minute, let me back up and just explain | |
| Hook: | |
| I been all around the world | |
| What battle me? | |
| Take this autograph home and give it to your family | |
| All i hear is booty stinkin' ass wack m.c.'s | |
| Stricly doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d. | |
| 50 grand: | |
| ************* your life means nothing to me, challenge l.o.d. | |
| The average ************* style sucks like a hickey | |
| 50 g, the m.c.'s brain buster, mic crusher | |
| Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster | |
| Now that l.o.d.'s up in this mother****** | |
| Leave a known rapper with broken english | |
| Like smooth da hustler | |
| Keith murray: | |
| Some thing make a ************* laugh, make his ass cry | |
| He rolled a seven | |
| I bet it all he turned around and rolled snake eyes | |
| My thinking cap is bigger htan a ******' sade's | |
| Stay all-terrain, rainin' on all parades | |
| The street is my bed and the corner is my pillow | |
| I'll kill your ******' ass and for your crew i'll do ditto | |
| Kel-vicious: | |
| I'll leave a ************* dead, and stinkin' take his soul | |
| Cha-boom, cha-boom fill him up with holes | |
| Natural born killer, iller than the rest | |
| (where you at?) east coast to west | |
| I keep it real kid, i freak the flow until it's naked | |
| *************s get paniced and frantic and can't take it | |
| Hook |
| zuo ci : Berlin, Brister, Kirkpatrick ... | |
| Intro: | |
| Yo, i seen them mother s out in the street | |
| Them asses | |
| man, them s anyway | |
| Hood rats and those fat, rolly polly punks | |
| Keith murray: | |
| Yo kel what up? yo answer this question | |
| Why are we the nicest in this ' profession? | |
| Kelvicious: | |
| Yo, it' s um, simple philosophy | |
| Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l. o. d. yeah, yeah | |
| Aye yo 50, what' s up? answer this question what' s that? | |
| Why are you the best in your profession? | |
| 50 grand: | |
| Now when i' m creepin' on a m. c. | |
| Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l. o. d. | |
| Keith murray yo, what' s up 50? answer the question? what' s that? | |
| Why are you be the sickest in this profession? | |
| Keith murray: | |
| I been all around the world hearing the wack m. c.' s | |
| It' s doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l. o. d. | |
| aye yo ask yourself the very same question | |
| Why are we the wickedest in this profession? | |
| 50 grand: | |
| I' m breaking back with def squad constantly | |
| Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l. o. d. | |
| Any want to step, get busy | |
| Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l. o. d. | |
| Kelvicious: | |
| I be the bushwa freaker coming thourgh your speaker | |
| My jams be getting stronger | |
| While your t be gettin' weaker | |
| Now kel be playin' kids like the ny knicks | |
| Taking it to your ass with these rhymes and t | |
| Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhymning | |
| Sounding like t, off beat with no timing | |
| 50 grand: | |
| Now soon as i touch the paper, see you later | |
| I shut your lights off like a blackout | |
| So hit the circuit breaker | |
| I' m the worst trouble you ever had | |
| Vocab like knife stabs | |
| Comin' wild killin' in a paragrah | |
| Holding s ransom, it runs in my blood | |
| Maybe my grandson might be wild like charles manson | |
| Keith murray: | |
| I be the gimmie, the got ya | |
| Been blastin' s way before the remix " i shot ya" | |
| The proper hip hopper, fading em in the palladium | |
| And bustin' each and every , bubble in the tunnel | |
| After the sun ne comes the rain | |
| Hold up, wiat a minute, let me back up and just explain | |
| Hook: | |
| I been all around the world | |
| What battle me? | |
| Take this autograph home and give it to your family | |
| All i hear is booty stinkin' ass wack m. c.' s | |
| Stricly doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l. o. d. | |
| 50 grand: | |
| your life means nothing to me, challenge l. o. d. | |
| The average style sucks like a hickey | |
| 50 g, the m. c.' s brain buster, mic crusher | |
| Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster | |
| Now that l. o. d.' s up in this mother | |
| Leave a known rapper with broken english | |
| Like smooth da hustler | |
| Keith murray: | |
| Some thing make a laugh, make his ass cry | |
| He rolled a seven | |
| I bet it all he turned around and rolled snake eyes | |
| My thinking cap is bigger htan a ' sade' s | |
| Stay allterrain, rainin' on all parades | |
| The street is my bed and the corner is my pillow | |
| I' ll kill your ' ass and for your crew i' ll do ditto | |
| Kelvicious: | |
| I' ll leave a dead, and stinkin' take his soul | |
| Chaboom, chaboom fill him up with holes | |
| Natural born killer, iller than the rest | |
| where you at? east coast to west | |
| I keep it real kid, i freak the flow until it' s naked | |
| s get paniced and frantic and can' t take it | |
| Hook |
| zuò cí : Berlin, Brister, Kirkpatrick ... | |
| Intro: | |
| Yo, i seen them mother s out in the street | |
| Them asses | |
| man, them s anyway | |
| Hood rats and those fat, rolly polly punks | |
| Keith murray: | |
| Yo kel what up? yo answer this question | |
| Why are we the nicest in this ' profession? | |
| Kelvicious: | |
| Yo, it' s um, simple philosophy | |
| Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l. o. d. yeah, yeah | |
| Aye yo 50, what' s up? answer this question what' s that? | |
| Why are you the best in your profession? | |
| 50 grand: | |
| Now when i' m creepin' on a m. c. | |
| Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l. o. d. | |
| Keith murray yo, what' s up 50? answer the question? what' s that? | |
| Why are you be the sickest in this profession? | |
| Keith murray: | |
| I been all around the world hearing the wack m. c.' s | |
| It' s doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l. o. d. | |
| aye yo ask yourself the very same question | |
| Why are we the wickedest in this profession? | |
| 50 grand: | |
| I' m breaking back with def squad constantly | |
| Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l. o. d. | |
| Any want to step, get busy | |
| Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l. o. d. | |
| Kelvicious: | |
| I be the bushwa freaker coming thourgh your speaker | |
| My jams be getting stronger | |
| While your t be gettin' weaker | |
| Now kel be playin' kids like the ny knicks | |
| Taking it to your ass with these rhymes and t | |
| Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhymning | |
| Sounding like t, off beat with no timing | |
| 50 grand: | |
| Now soon as i touch the paper, see you later | |
| I shut your lights off like a blackout | |
| So hit the circuit breaker | |
| I' m the worst trouble you ever had | |
| Vocab like knife stabs | |
| Comin' wild killin' in a paragrah | |
| Holding s ransom, it runs in my blood | |
| Maybe my grandson might be wild like charles manson | |
| Keith murray: | |
| I be the gimmie, the got ya | |
| Been blastin' s way before the remix " i shot ya" | |
| The proper hip hopper, fading em in the palladium | |
| And bustin' each and every , bubble in the tunnel | |
| After the sun ne comes the rain | |
| Hold up, wiat a minute, let me back up and just explain | |
| Hook: | |
| I been all around the world | |
| What battle me? | |
| Take this autograph home and give it to your family | |
| All i hear is booty stinkin' ass wack m. c.' s | |
| Stricly doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l. o. d. | |
| 50 grand: | |
| your life means nothing to me, challenge l. o. d. | |
| The average style sucks like a hickey | |
| 50 g, the m. c.' s brain buster, mic crusher | |
| Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster | |
| Now that l. o. d.' s up in this mother | |
| Leave a known rapper with broken english | |
| Like smooth da hustler | |
| Keith murray: | |
| Some thing make a laugh, make his ass cry | |
| He rolled a seven | |
| I bet it all he turned around and rolled snake eyes | |
| My thinking cap is bigger htan a ' sade' s | |
| Stay allterrain, rainin' on all parades | |
| The street is my bed and the corner is my pillow | |
| I' ll kill your ' ass and for your crew i' ll do ditto | |
| Kelvicious: | |
| I' ll leave a dead, and stinkin' take his soul | |
| Chaboom, chaboom fill him up with holes | |
| Natural born killer, iller than the rest | |
| where you at? east coast to west | |
| I keep it real kid, i freak the flow until it' s naked | |
| s get paniced and frantic and can' t take it | |
| Hook |
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