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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
singing sweet child of mine, man.
Riding 95 sitting' shot gun pretty,
Turning this town into paradise city.
Runnin' wide ass open.
Just as fast as this
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
Well, here sitta' high, gettin' ideas, 
ain't nothin' but a fool'd live like this; 
out all night, n' running wild; 
woman setting home with
Well, here sitta' high, gettin' ideas, 
Ain't nothin' but a fool'd live like this; 
Out all night, n' running wild; 
Woman setting home with
God evening, good night, watched over by tiny angels,
Who show the little Christ Child's tree in dreams,
Sleep now, blessed and sweet, look at dream's
of Jay-Z, Z
Check me out

Thirty's the new twenty, n**** 
I'm so hot still
Better broad, better automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mill
Then by
Or a red rose infront'a thousand crips with Calico's
And lord knows, we lust hoes

Chours: Black Child
I don't give a fuck if you white of black
If you
throwin rose petals at my feet mayn!
They want to spoil me, treatin me like royalty;
what I'm 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang
Work that track,
and guns I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz 
Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens
Or a red rose infront'a
Hook x3 
[Big Chan] 
I'm still the greatest 
I'm pretty 
I'm still the greatest 
[Layzie Bone] 
And I'ma bad man 

[Big Chan] 
Hot child in the city
There's an ugly little wasel 'bout three-foot nine
Face puffed up from cryin' 'n lyin'
'Cause her sweet little hubby's
Suckin' prong part time
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
Hook x3 
[Big Chan] 
I'm still the greatest 
I'm pretty 
I'm still the greatest 
[Layzie Bone] 
And I'ma bad man 

[Big Chan] 
Hot child in the city
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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