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Just as fast as thing goes, boy
Give me some more
She's my little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses, my baby's Guns N' Roses

Ya she's
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
Before they be carvin’ my name in stone

Oh oh
She’s a dirty little thing, crazy as hell
Oh oh
She’s my rock-n’-roll queen,sweet southern belle
Oh oh
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
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
employees - and I'm here to teach the principle
Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees

Man f*** that n**** 'Cris man, for real man. I'm
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down

Every little n**** you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to f***in' hold Shaq down
Next time you in the hood
a lil' n**** so you know I run fast
But don't do much of it 
Do a lot of gun busting
'Cause when I let off a clip, I get a kick
Outta seeing n****s run
come
I ain't want no Humer stunt, ask how I stack well like Maxwell
Nigga tryin' do a little some'n some'n
low down, dirty ways
Well, now drinkin' whiskey an runnin' round
Little girl, that's all you crave

Well now, an I give you my money, baby
N' you left
Get gangsta girl
Gangsta
(Repeat 4X)

[Foxy Brown]
Still reppin the K gun in the waist
Hit by the Neptunes
Throw in that bass
Yeah y'all niggas
with one tiny little stone
Waiting there (waiting there) for someone to take you home
By itself (by itself) it's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can
gun;
He pulled it out and smiled and then he sucked his thumb
His wife was standing by with a leather leash
Fastened to a child who cried beside their
place just north of heaven
I'm kinda tired of living south of hell

Some mother's talking 'bout Guns 'n' Roses
As if I give a fuck, at best I think they
Way down yonder by the forks of the branch
The old sow whistled and the little pigs danced
Burma shave burma burma burma shave
I bet I've seen
the best things in life don't come so easily

I met a man who thought just a little bit different from me
He said you got it so easy but I just had
Challenged by few, rivaled by none
He's alow down dirty son of a gun

This is the biscuit's crux
Solid rock against the flux
Ultra-heavy beat deluxe
Way down yonder by the forks of the branch
The old sow whistled and the little pigs danced
Burma Shave Burma Burma Burma Shave
I bet I've seen
and didn't say a thing

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they
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
them tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more precise when we do things
Cause life is like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce,
them tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more precise when we do things
Cause life is like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce,
filled his head with cannonballs 'n' powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mind

We fired our guns and the British
some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta
cotton bales 'n' didn't say a thing.

[Chorus]
Ol' Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets 'till we looked 'em in