Lyrics:
, Baby is ACDC, Baby is ACDC
She tries to make a myth of me
It's so confusing for me
Debbie's complexion is shielded by x-rays
Switch off her sex-gun she
guard... and finishing
("That's enough overdramatics. Give me that gun before someone gets hurt.
Stand by...")
With, uh, the beach woman clad in
Placed up in the mirage
Cuz it's big baller names
Homie that's the entourage
Big cars, big wheels keep spinnin'
Big guns, big chains, big women
Big dog,
- the future is me.
AC/DC it's okay by me.
I can switch and change my frequency.
I am electric - mind how you touch me.
I can shock you, set you
squirters
A bag of money and a big ass heart
It's about to be capital murder
They swing and they whack you on purpose
They walk by your house like they
wood like Paul Bunyan
Getting them chips like fun-ions
Ready for war like a Gun dam
She said she wanted and want him
Didn't have no faith had to done
it the process or accumulated AC/DC?
Can't say for sure but I sure did get a good zing
Got addicted to that ritual they sold for a hefty fee
Maxed out
like bonny and Clyde
This path is so rocky, the club in my lungs
Your threat is so poor using hands as the guns
Ignite dynamite, ACDC not choosing
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (yeah)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (Bugzy Malone)
If you live by the gun, die by
a bad man, like taylor dem a stitch fi di gun
Boy stop from fool wid di gun
Shoot up a school wid di gun
Nah guh by nuh rule wid di gun
Teef a trade man
a great big smile
On my face
When the spotlight hits me
I am ready
To let the whole world fade
To Roar like Katy
Rock like ACDC
Cause I don't know no other
cause I hit that road
I don't got no home, but I'm never alone
So I'm taking the highway to hell like AC/DC
Trapped in a cage but y'all can free me
Lettin
Hey milla 9 tell me a who dem a ramp wid
Style him, kuff him and kweff him
Inna broad daylight me a walk wid
Gun inna, gun inna, gun inna hand, kuff
Pistol shoot, ring alarm
Preacher going sing a song, chant a song rappa pom
Big up Junior Gong
Welcome to bucktown
Get fucked by right or wrong, our
and the generals
How many guns I got more than several
Still getting investigated by the federal
Suns out guns out suns out guns out
Suns out guns out suns out guns
softly but she carries a big gun.
[Chorus]
She walks softly but she carries a big gun.
She walks softly but she carries a big gun.
She walks softly
well
What do you like to eat?
Well, I'd like some cornflakes
Prepared by Parisian
Hands and I'd like it blessed
By Hari Krishna Mantra
"Yes, have
havin' a blast
The clock had long struck twelve when we vacated the bar
Knocked back by club after club
Fourth place we give up and spark a dart out
Let's take a trip
You sure you wanna ride with the big boys
These real guns
No play toys
I know you wanna come through, slide
Take a few things off ya
Yo! Of course I saw when Gwen Stefani grab him by him tie
And carry him and introduced him to the naked guy and said don't be shy
Weh yuh tink
No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
Watch
No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
Watch
People lovin' guns more than kids is a season
And they say the reason is to protect their freedom
But we don't believe 'em
'Cause all that we are
All
better wet her, and leave her makin' her miss me
Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit city
71 super charged big block hemmy
Ya eldavarge, I'm
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