Search results for 'aint it fun by guns n roses' Page #66

Seven One Eight

Fannypack

See You Next Tuesday

2005

to hell
In an old bucket fuck it yo it ain't hard to tell
That we got this party on smash
Now we gonna put you on blast
Written in my shit list you dead

the party my niggas is having fun
When she grabbing on my dick yeah she say it feel like a gun
Im not playing wit nun these niggas i get it like Barry bonds
I

It ain’t legal where I’m at
It ain’t legal where I’m at...
I’m still smokin hoe
It ain’t legal where I’m at
It ain’t legal where I’m at...
I’m still

heavy like a 45 verse a 9
So I'm more like a Tommy gun with a full mag drum
And I'm sprayin’ the lead out just for fun
So cool it
Otherwise next time no

G you ain't ever did it
You just imagine metal pinging
Roll wid ya knife, bro dats ya life
Why? When you ain't done no chingings
Sword down ya

Like Malcolm said it I gotta get it by any means
Coming from a place gunshots wake you up out your sleep
Trying to make it global its niggas dying

We Ain't Scared

Bizzy Bone

Undaground Legend [Bonus CD]

2002

paralyzed
Cause when it comes to my guns, they all super-sized
You better recognize we ain't Sucka Free for nothing
So when I say I'ma get you, you know I

got stomped by the big show
Y'all n***** is phonies y'all n***** ain't kinfolk
Not even my homies y'all love to pretend jokes
They smile in my face they

Bang Out

Tech N9ne

Welcome to Strangeland

2011

got me numb
Like I shot my dick with Novocaine

Fuck with Nina if you want to come
Ain't no slackin' in my tappin' bitch I pump for fun
Got these

by the day we in heaven 
My finger itching for that 
Like a boy and a reverend 
I'm clairvoyant nigga you ain't gotta lie I can smell it 
Too slick for

Ghetto Symphony

Snoop Dogg

No Limit Top Dogg

1999

It ain't where you from; it's where the, fuck you at
N-O-L-I-M-I-T, Top Dogg, and I'm fucking with that

Next up, on the M-I-C
Mystikal get busy

collected
Jaws dropped
I was respected
I stand
I rose out the quick sand
If I fall on my feet I land
They kicked me on the ground
Now they profound
Ain't stay

My pockets on crip
But I do this shit fa my yongins in black
Who be banging they set n they throwing up G
Tell me what you need
My youngins
They got it

The music now a days is switching up I swear it's weird 
Real to ignorance all it took was a couple years 
Too many real ones dyin by the gun

that ain't something Obama gave me
It's me and the S-N Double O-P
To my sisters with the voices like SWV

You already know what it is, yeah
You know

know how it goes, tell 'em turn up the stereo
Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright,

black and white
Get it? Black and white?? Skip it, lemme get back to writing 
And by back to writing I don't mean writing songs, I mean writing wrongs

without it they'll be no gain
From a concrete jungle where this rose came
I'm from the X by the two and the four train
Mommy and my daddy on that cobain

you get robbed with no gun you a hoe
It ain't the first time they did it before
Look at me shine look at my gold
Think about trying you dying fasho
Look

on some slick shit
Go and hit a thick bitch
Talk it 'cuz I live it, saying they got' kill me but these n***** ain't did it
Treat guns just like fidget in my

don't allow it
Drop the rakes and rap for fun, throwin' dice wit our allowance
Roll up shake and clean our guns, and hope the next hit in the thousands

fund it
Tion ain't done shit in the field
Just wanna talk online like a pundit
You got chased, friends got chinged
All 'cause the gang got bored

city
You paid for her she taking this dick
Like its made for her
Blikky we shoot the gun
We ain't chasing ya yuh
She slide to my city
You paid for her

have me some fun
Bet that fuck boy get to walking when he see this gun
Ain't no mother fucking talking put him past the sun
Ain't no talking put that