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I'm so frozen
Rock 'n' rollin', rock 'n' rollin'
I'm a Rolling Stone with my Guns'N'Roses

Some say I have bad brains that I'm out of my mind now
These lames are bad for your health
You can do bad all by yourself
You deserve better baby

Last time was the last time
Yea
That n**** gon' make you cry
These lames are bad for your health
You can do bad all by yourself
You deserve better baby

Last time was the last time
Yea
That n**** gon' make you cry
Boom boom bang bad boy pose ton gun
Boom boom bang avant qu'il y ait maldonne
Boom boom bang bad boy pose ton gun
Boom boom bang bad boy

Fixe,
of Jay-Z, Z
Check me out

Thirty's the new twenty, n**** 
I'm so hot still
Better broad, better automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mill
Then by
boys,don't play rock 'n' roll
Nice boys, don't play rock 'n' roll
I'm not a nice boy!

Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean
Wanted so bad to be part
Smif-N-Wessun (right)
Fiyah Gun
The ghetto red hot, ghetto yutes fiyah gun
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

Every day, life's a struggle for me
of growin 
Express Yourself, was said by N.W.A. 
So stop givin trouble a play 
Because those who chose to oppose never rose they all froze 
At thirty-two
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
When I'm walking by the women say ' Who is that n****?'
I replied 'Hi,I am Gudda Gudda that n****'
I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters
Whip
Boom boom bang bad boy pose ton gun
Boom boom bang avant qu'il y ait maldonne
Boom boom bang bad boy pose ton gun
Boom boom bang bad boy

Fixe,
is war
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****
Yeah n****, uh, yeah n****, uh
Yeah n****

Bust my gun all by myself
Rock cocaine all by myself
Poured propane all
none, find my gun
Got beef with this n**** with hits and s***
Chips and s***, run around here switchin' s***

Tellin' people don't play that, you
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
by radio station
君のgeneration guns and roses
時代性 hip rhyme
移り気な music style
Everybody wanna twist and shout
Everyone,everyone Good people...
Good
Well Mrs. Pharmacist, I insist, fix me up with something quick
I’ve been a bad little boy and I think i’m getting sick
Sick to the bone, slave
and the dog's off the chain

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya, stop frontin'
I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the Bible I
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
Moonlight and roses are the goin' thing
Champagne, a little love, and a weddin' ring
But every time she leaves it's gonna break your heart
It's
to ride
To keep the heater right by her side

[Eve]
Ah-yo so what the deal dogg tell me keep it real dogg
N****z seem to the brain how you feel dogg
of the machine gun in my
Hands"
"the feeling of, of the machine gun I
N my hands" (here we go, 30
Rounds"
"the women had been ignored"
"I like the,
nigh?
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town
London Town, London Town
Would you please for to let me pass by?

"Oh no, oh no", cried Henry
up and a gun yuh waan 
I don't give a damn I don't give a fuck a your bad luck
(Hey mek di man dem have dem own problem!)

Well yuh see Fargo mi
Dimebag Darrell god bless that man ripped from us by the devil's hand
The only thing in his plan 
Was love and rock 'n roll
Cowboy from hell
shot or on probation
It's the life we chose, guns and hoes
Guns and roses, n*ggas know that rock don't roll
Grab the spray, drop the phone, cop the O