Lyrics:
I'ma need y'all to sing along
Just somethin like this
La-la, la-la
La, la, la, la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la
Let me hear you guys try
La-la, la-la
La
then
I'll do it all by myself then (Self then)
I just run through the fire
Please don't judge me
(Please don't judge me)
Help me sing now la la la la la
Dolarz
I was the first young nigga melting niggas
I gave y'all motivation
So if this ass whooping you taking Is your
Way of showing your token
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
la la la
Whenever I look into the night sky
Shooting stars are passing by
Spinning all around in my mind the spin tonight
Spinning like they're
drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la
to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
Corner stores, way to uphold all these wonderful laws
So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
you a massage the youth them under gun piont
under gun piont, under gun point
VERSE 3:
Yes me bun the Searg and me bun the Supe
bun all the uniform mi
theres still one love and one God and only one way
la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la to whom it may concern
la la la la la la la la
la la
still one love and one God and only one way
la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la to whom it may concern
la la la la la la la la
la la la la
cash up
Throwing all these hundreds like a cash gun
Back when I was young they ain't rock with us
css so fat from a mile ain't need binoculars
I'm
They say my name we gotta gun 'em down
When you say my name put some respect on it
While all my niggas locked in they cell, they moms I checked
the business
I'ma be there in a minute
I just booked a Paris ticket
Thinking Russia need a visit
I'ma run it to the limit
And be on my way to Venice
L.A
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
parley
I parley here in LA
All the way to (NY NY)
Touched the Iceberg baby
I'll send you under like the Titanic
Gun fight romantic
Gigantic on the pages
at my peak all you lame
Hometown hero's with weak ass followings
Meet a black Colonist, slaughter rappers crossed the Atlantic
Dc over to them communist
senselessly
You say there's a way to change it
You say there's a WAYS to go
But you say it's up…up to us all
You say, kids can save animals
Let's Go!
La, la
a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick
And by the way, suck a dick
You don't like it and eat shit then slit your wrists
And jump off a roof and land in a pool
"YG, you so brazy"
Have you ever seen a gangsta nigga make a billion dollars?
Dre did it, he from L.A., so pop yo' collar
The LAPD be all over me
the business
I'ma be there in a minute
I just booked a Paris ticket
Thinking Russia need a visit
I'ma run it to the limit
And be on my way to Venice
L.A
love
No matter what you do money
Stack your guns and ones
Is you with me?
Well throw your hands in the air
All my thugs and soldiers
Fuck it even
going on. And I'm as troubled by it as anybody else,
And I don't know any answers.
[TORI]
Happiness is a warm gun, happiness is a warm gun, Mama.
dying young and poor
Either way don't give a fuck
You gon' find me northbound
With the shit, I'm in the shit
You know I love them gun sounds
7's cry, macs
Swaddled in privilege
Breastfed excuses
Oxytocin released when fed by parents
All a part of the formula for propaganda
Propped up, tucked away or on display
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