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Whenever a nigga bleed, it lead to Guns N Roses
And a real nigga knows is
Everybody that have held had shot one
It's like a asshole, cause everybody's got
ain’t gon' be picture perfect, but what it is 
Is guns n roses, we’re guns n roses 
Guns n roses, we’re guns n roses
little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses

She's got a wild side
That troubles in her blood
Thinks I'm an outlaw
That's double trouble son
thing goes, boy,
Give me some more.
She's my little rock star, man she knows it.
My baby's Guns N' Roses.

She's got a wild side.
Bet trouble's in
was a helluva fun'ral, I say one helluva fun'ral
No other burial could compare;
It was all done up deluxe 'n' I made forty thousand bucks,
It really
and Roll.
If you really want to know what drives her wild, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

You might not know it by the way we talk, 
We might not show it by the way we
dolphin, f*** rhyming, I'm cripping
N****s rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-by's I ain't steering, white Peter
at 850 pounds; guns n' roses!

Get in the ring(x16)

This song is dedicated to all the guns n' fuckin' roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the fucking
shirt
Better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

[Bridge:]
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep
that Cambleton Road
fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave; cause dat where dem
real n****z at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin
you do somethin' to somebody
It ain't just you
It's someone next to you
And I got my s*** here with me
By my side
Everywhere I go
By my side
That
my home, n**** I'm gone c'mon
 
(C'mon) It's the Roc [Repeat: x3]
(C'mon) That's right (C'mon)
 
[Lenny Kravitz: x2]
Life is all about Guns
n****
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers

Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
to understand to get it in hand about the guns 

[Chorus]

Saturday night just ain't that special 
Freedom to be afraid is all you want 
Yes if you don't
callin' me) recently but ain't got time to speak
(Lord what you want from me) hope it ain't my time for the glen to reap
(N****z be Killin' me) turn
messed up like a Guns-N-Roses video
Ooh Ooh So Hot 
Still got it up in my head you were moving around in the TV light 
I ain't ever seen anything like
far.

Hemmingway was smoother,
More debonaire and fun,
But he would say her repartee,
Was meaner than a gun.

Chorus:
And a rose...

A rose is a rose is
me some more. 
She's my little rock star, man she knows it. 
My baby's Guns N' Roses. 

She's got a wild side. 
That troubles in her blood. 
Thinks I'm
on Saturday 
He'll hit for town 
To have himself a little fun
And when he's stumpin' 
On a honky tonk hardwood floor 
He's a happy son of a gun.

Well,
done
And we're back out on the run
Fun how ev'rything was roses
When we held on to the guns
Just because you're winnin'
Don't mean you're the lucky ones
don't need no gun
But it's the 90's and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in
finger flippin' son of a gun
Play by the rules
You're gonna miss all the fun

He was always drag racin' and he kept the sheriff chasin'
But they never
Your hair messed up like a Guns-N-Roses video
Ooh ooh so hot
Still got it up in my head, you were moving around in the TV light
I ain't ever seen
the one
That ain't my idea, uh unh, of having fun
Got rings in your eyes lady
So won't you pardon me
I think it's time for me to move along
I do
Uh, uh, uh, huh
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