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Albums:

Run Run Run (Phoenix) · Dog Catcher (Run Run Run) (Hot Bananas) · Run Run Run (Phoenix) · The Joker Went Wild/Run, Run, Look and See (Brian Hyland) · Run Baby Run [UK] (Sheryl Crow) · Run Devil Run (Paul McCartney) · Run Rudolph Run (Keith Richards) · Run Rabbit Run (Osso) · Run Devil Run (Paul McCartney) · Run Boy Run EP (Woodkid) – and 90 other albums »


one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run

Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down

Oh,
down

Oh, singing songs in a cabaret
Was I having fun
Until one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run

Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run

Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down

Oh,
one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run

Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down

Oh,
down

Oh, singing songs in a cabaret
Was I having fun
Until one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run

Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
a rider we go shoppin' like manana
Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama
She Jiggy like Madonna but she trippy like Nirvana
'Cause everything
Oh, singing songs in a cabaret
Was I havin fun!
Until one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run.
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay
Lay that pistol down

Oh, singing songs in a cabaret
Was I havin fun!
Until one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run.

Oh, lay that
Oh, singing songs in a cabaret
Was I havin fun!
Until one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run.
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.
Lay
Lay that pistol down

Oh, singing songs in a cabaret
Was I havin' fun!
Until one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run.

Oh, lay that
Lay that pistol down

Oh, singing songs in a cabaret
Was I havin fun!
Until one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run.

Oh, lay that
down

Oh, singing songs in a cabaret
Was I having fun
Until one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run

Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Pulling niggas' cards, giving shooters bonuses
Fuck the rumors, now I'm standing in a room with ya
Face, gut, buck 50, got two pistols
We the knights
Jemima
And if you is a rider, we'll go shoppin' like mañana
Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama
She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like
keeps your heart on the run.

I met that cat in a two-bit juke-joint:
Took my money in a game of pool.
Next thing I knew, I was sittin' 'hind
de run de doo run de run de)
It's not my metal flake paint that
The guys are digging when they pass by now
(Doo run de run de doo run de run
loaded pistol
Keep it right by your side
Haul ass on Heart Worn, run away
This could be your last ride

I was on Heart Worn Highway
Too late to turn back
hand

She always kept me covered
As we moved from land to land
I had a damn good run on Wall Street
With my high fashion model wife
I woke up dry
stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, its got to make it black and blue

Well, I'm goin' to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Well,
on the run, ducking 2 shots to the dome 
[C-Murder] 
It ain't no limit to the mothafucking bitches we fuck 
My tank niggaz bout to make the world blow up
set by the town
That lived up to it's blood-thirsty name
Some said the pistol, some said the shotgun
Some said the town was to blame

But some
set by the town
That lived up to it's blood-thirsty name
Some said the pistol, some said the shotgun
Some said the town was to blame

But some
that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no street lights
That pistol play after fist fights
And them geek
after dark with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no street lights
That pistol play after fist fights
after dark with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no street lights
That pistol play after fist fights