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The Roots of Guns N' Roses: Hollywood Rose & L.A. Guns (Hollywood Rose) · Movin'/Movin' on Broadway (Kay Starr) · Kids With Guns/El MaƱana (Gorillaz) · L.A. Guns (L.A. Guns) · 68 Guns (The Alarm) · Ultimate L.A. Guns (L.A. Guns) · Girls with Guns/What If (Tommy Shaw) · God & Guns (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · Smokin' Hearts & Broken Guns (Shaman's Harvest) · Guns in the Ghetto (UB40) – and 90 other albums »


Galveston
I still hear your sea waves crashing
while I watch the cannon's flashing
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston

I still see her standing by
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot
Shout it from the brink
You're louder than you think

21st century kid surrounded by illusion and confusion
So maybe if you're holding out for
to get away
Seems like nowhere to run
All of a sudden I was blinded by a flash
Devil of a man with a gun
You gotta believe it
Now let me outta here
Galveston
I still hear your sea waves crashing
While I watch the cannons flashing
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston

I still see her standing by
on that lowrider bike pedallin
Somebody tell Eazy they still yellin it
I'm wit'cha homey Doc Dre on the television
While these niggas movin peanuts like
Movin' in on you, baby
I don't think you hear me
I said they're spoiling the fun
We shall overcome
We got to shoot them with the bop gun
Hey, babe
Galveston, I still hear your sea waves crashing
While I watch the cannons flashing
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston

I still see her standing by
Billy, just like Billy the Kid

Well now, Billy he was a bad boy
He won the wilder west
By the year of 21, had many notches on his gun
But someone
Where did you get that funk from?
They're spoiling the fun
Shoot them with the bop gun
Ohh, hey baby
On guard!
Protect yourself!
Movin' in on you,
Galveston.
I still hear your sea waves crashing.
While I watch the cannons flashing.
I clean my gun and dreamed of Galveston.

I still see her standing by
the raw shit
The military war hits with gun clips

[Shogun Assasson]
Yo, my battleground's where I lounge
Fightin wars from dusk til dawn
In the trenches
Couple hours 'till dark
Wishing one would walk by
Might as well left my gun in the gun rack
Been here all day all I killed a 12-pack

Sittin' here
to run
while you are under the gun.

I never run from my battles
I play by my own rules
So don't you try and stop me
'Cause I ain't no ones' fool.
21 
Oh life has just begun 
Got a temper like a gun 
Pointing it at everyone 
That's his game 
And it helps him to get through the day 
But
feel his pain; it's crashing like thunder.
But he rolls on, the gun by his side,
The bullet in the chamber and the fear he can't hide,
Another punk
movin' on, day by day

Bright lights on
Coming off the hinge
Rambling on like a Led Zeppelin
I got my sword and my pen like mad Mordagin
Outta
your hands.
Take a pocketful of Teflon bullets, 
Maybe 'nother Tommy gun,
Gotta keep stuff movin' out the door, 
Got a business to run.
Take it from
in 1991, just a happy child
Playing beneath the summer sun
A vacant lost his playground, by 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet against him, junior
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
Born into the ghetto, 1991
Just a happy child playin' beneath the summer sun
A vacant lot's his playground
By 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet
Artist: Scarface
Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch

These niggas is fuckin with a dangerous game

Hey Joe, what's up baby?

Yeah, I like the beat
movin)
Gotta move it over here
(They can't fuck with you)

[Shyheim]
Up comes a shorty, sneaky one
Armed with the loaded gun, shit's on lock til I'm
to make
So niggas clappin' at niggas who raise that crime rate

[Chorus]
You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet
You niggas push me, for sure