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Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
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Exclusive shit
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Yeah, who

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
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
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
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
you were wearing my

T-Shirt right there 
Your hair messed up like a Guns-N-Roses video
Ooh Ooh So Hot 
Still got it up in my head you were moving
know you were wearing my

T-Shirt right there
Your hair messed up like a Guns-N-Roses video
Ooh ooh so hot
Still got it up in my head, you were
dealers he ain't come
? since you're hating
Never trust niggers with a ?
? machine guns
I don't need any gun ?
Easy dog
We'll be bored
? be his dog
Oh! what a shame they gave you the name of Mickey
Where is the rose that grows in repose like you
Lucky the birds and the bees you'd meet

Lucky
Lake Michigan rose and fell like a bird

And when the wind screamed up Ashland Avenue
The corner bars were full by noon
And the old stew bums sliding
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
weight now  pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
Lake Michigan rose and fell like a bird

And when the wind screamed up Ashland Avenue
The corner bars were full by noon
And the old stew bums sliding
My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
The moon's dancin' purple
All through her black hair
And a ladies-in-waiting she stands 'neath my
the winter comes 
And there's no such thing as make-believe 
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns 
 
God didn't make little green apples 
And it don't
the winter comes 
And there's no such thing as make-believe 
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns 
 
God didn't make little green apples 
And it don't
way
Down to your tummy, you wide open, you start smokin' wit ya girl
She n**** bashin' sayin' you don't need em in your world
N****z all dogs? If
the winter comes 
And there's no such thing as make-believe 
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns 
 
God didn't make little green apples 
And it don't
the winter comes 
And there's no such thing as make-believe 
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns 
 
God didn't make little green apples 
And it don't
as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns

God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis
the winter comes 
And there's no such thing as make-believe 
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns 
 
God didn't make little green apples 
And it don't
Sometimes I feel lost like a runaway
Read over the dier
Reap while I stay
Getting Rich-ard like Pryor
Need to put the gun away
Cause I got priors
Its
the winter comes 
And there's no such thing as make-believe 
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns 
 
God didn't make little green apples 
And it don't
the winter comes 
And there's no such thing as make-believe 
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns 
 
God didn't make little green apples 
And it don't