Search results for homecoming queens got a gun by julie brown

We've found 30 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching homecoming queens got a gun by julie brown:



of a sudden, somebody screamed:
Look out! The Homecoming Queen's got a gun!

Everybody run, the Homecoming Queen's got a gun!
Everybody run, the Homecoming
of a sudden, somebody screamed:
Look out! The Homecoming Queen's got a gun!

Everybody run, the Homecoming Queen's got a gun!
Everybody run, the Homecoming
Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro
Queens Center mall by the Sbarro

I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug
a nigga so we was all red
Twenty four with no diploma I don't really care
These cowards don't got it crackin and I'm out there
Lou we got the brown
A young girl killed by a straight bullet in Chicago
Same thing in Jamaica queens, right in front of McDonalds
The ghetto’s on fire, the pyro is nothing
chick

[Ja Rule]
This is no intention of bein' offensive to women
By callin' ya'll bitches, my down ass bitches
Still, my queen bitch's cuts look
better watch you back, where ever you at

On the east we got the guns, (on the west we got gats)
On the east we lick a shot, (on the west we peel your
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
magnificent, call all the sisters queens
We all on the same team, blues and pirus, no colors ain’t a thing

Barefoot babies with no cares
Teenage gun toters that
the Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your
round brown (hoe) wanna go down low
But this Boogie Down pro-fessional, I'm gonna let you know
Once I put the blows, get your clothes, cause you got to go
the blows, get your clothes, cause you got to go
I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
"You nasty Twin!" I don't care
Round here they call me
round brown (hoe) wanna go down low
But this Boogie Down pro-fessional, I'm gonna let you know
Once I put the blows, get your clothes, cause you got to go
[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
This chick no intentions of bein' offensive
The women by callin ya'll bitches
My down ass bitches
Still my queen bitch's cut look
ya
'cause boy ya got to me
Nobody ever come before me
You'll always be my one and only

Ja Rule [ Ashanti ]
Babygirl would ya bust ya gun with
they got the block locked
Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
But I be the rudest, bad boy steppin gun totin
Shots lash out like a violent
and gagged by a pair of panties, he got his arm loose
I untied him, got him to his feet
He tried to speak Cantonese (I don’t understand all that shit, man
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
the blows, get your clothes, cause you got to go
I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
"You nasty Twin!" I don't care
Round here they call me
the blows, get your clothes, cause you got to go
I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
"You nasty Twin!" I don't care
Round here they call me
the blows, get your clothes, cause you got to go
I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
"You nasty Twin!" I don't care
Round here they call me
the blows, get your clothes, cause you got to go
I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
"You nasty Twin!" I don't care
Round here they call me
women, y'all are queens, and we gon' win
I love y'all hair, I love y'all face, I love y'all brown skin
I love y'all most, because you stand behind us black
firearm
	ceasar, waves bangin, brown wallabies
	empty cigars, stay smoked in cool cars
	queens escobar where jewels like scars
	you heavy gold, Slick