Lyrics:
Spoken:Wyclef Jean:
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Lets go
Chorus:Wyclef Jean:
Every body do the kompa
(all the ways)
Every body do the kompa
(keep your hips in place)
Every body do
[Repeat: x8]
What they really want
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
Fuck with (fall to your death death) the niggas with the guns
attached
I turned in all my rap chips I'm earning my bachelors
By dating all the models and actresses
I'm learning all the potholes in every single barrio
Don't fuck with us, you don't want none
Don't trust no one, so we brought guns
Know guns'll bust when the squad come
No bumpin' gums, we don't talk
subs
I moved to LA just to move all the drugs
So if you want shop, I got what you want
I got the drugs, the bullets, the guns
Gun got a kiccbacc,
(Okay) So being that that's the case (By my side)
Let me tell you about (By my side)
That place, heh, take you by my side (By my side)
The way I
even meant
Gunfighters looking for a different way
As the years rolled by the gang had all but died, only Billy left
Fuego!
Bandido, bandido, bandido,
to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
The 4-fifth, call the men
don't want to catch that case
You don't want to go that way
You not alone by the way
You got to stay strong by the way
Know its hard to out them guns
way
Those guys were cool
But you'll never give yourself away
And I’m not a fool, no, "I love you" I said
He had all his guns and
All his guns were
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
down the gun
And then hears the sirens all right
A police car arrives at the alley the
Cops move out and point their guns
As Floyd is hugging his
Yeah, nigga what's up with all that motherfuckin' shit you was talkin', nigga?
(Nigga, why you trippin'? Hey Dre, why you trippin', why you
Sha.
Sha.
Sha.
La la la la la la.
Sha
Drivin' down the road in a big blue car,
With the top way down, a night full of stars,
An' my
daylight
Niggas way off in the game but don't play right
Motherfuckers wanna really check the temperature
Pop pop get rocked two shot deranger
4 5 all day
and gun shopping
I did it all beat cases with Cochran
[Pharell]
Homeboy, I came to party, yo' girl was looking at me
She's a haggler naw I'm not tagging
that circle Piazza Saffi that the bodies of La Banda Corbari were hung, a group of partisans executed after being captured by Nazis
felt all along that you ain't really with it
Love the way that you talk to me
When you talk to me like my best friend
When you provide me with
heartless.
Its about time we stop picking and choosing what we believe
Death is on all our hands, its time that we grieve.
When we live by the gun, we die by
but she carries a big gun.
And there's no way that you can fade her son.
She walks softly but she carries a big gun.
She walks softly but she
recognize, my nigga, you did it my way
Ice rockin', brick choppin' and gun shoppin'
I did it all, beat cases without Cochran
Homeboy, I came to party (oh)
recognize, my nigga, you did it my way
Ice rockin', brick choppin' and gun shoppin'
I did it all, beat cases without Cochran
Homeboy, I came to party (oh)
as
The sixth to the five senses
But the pastures close as the cowboy knows
And the world's cut up by fences
To catch the gypsy
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La
Young man walking by
Looking like he caught the plague
Lil George didn't understand
Why he looked that way
Antenna of the Honda
He had broken away
Now lil
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