Lyrics:
and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way
La la la la la la, La la la la la la
Those were the days
Oh yes, those were the days
Then the busy
on the roof and crush this bitch,
Sing it niggas, la la la la la la la la la la,
Ye ain't got money like this,
La la la la la la la la la la
Paper plates
Just to let you know
That it shows
Hard to let you go
Hard to stay all by myself
La La La La La
La la la la la
La la la la la
cll by
dem seh?)
Dem seh Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! (Weh dem seh!)
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
Guns, guns, everyday (Everyday)
From London, Canada
of being taken
By a wicked system of racist
Polices Jurors and Judges
With a disposition to judge us
Til then, we screaming fuck em
Like
Im gon get my gun
religious types and what Stone Miller writes
2A, ok, you say, hooray, for guns, do they, go spray, no way, don't play, that's dumb
A trigger don't squeeze
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
Got a chrome 45, a razor-sharp machete
La Coka Nostra
The fucking
You're the real Jack Frost (Jack Frosty)
I'm still showin' love, by the way (by the way)
They try and drag your name through the mud every day
I'm
dead
Chat behind my back I heard what you said
Doing all that talking, I'll put it to an end
Unfazed by what you saying, all I hear in my head is
La la
got shit like up on in Attica
Guns ridiculous like Battlestar Galactica
What's this, want to insult my family?
La familia actin' like one of us goin'
Whoo, yeah, Swizz
It's showtime? yeah
Y'all know who it is
I'ma get it poppin? like I'm used to
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
Hey ay ay ay
Ay ay ay ayyy
Ayyy ayy
And this I know
Hey ay ay ay
Ay ay ay ayyy
Ayyy ayy
And this I know
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
La la la (Yeah!)
La la la la la la la la (Uh huh)
Ooh I'd lie for you baby (Ooh I'd die for you baby)
I like the way that feel
I'll build you,
Hey
See me point that gun at y'all me no play
Me come for murder them all the cowboy way
Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way
Me make
Critics catch feelings like all of my hoes
Your ex was my instrument and she was silent
I nicknamed the lil bitch xylophone
I’ve been at this shit way too
Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
Me and the crew are sending this out to all the rooskie population
Peoples in NY, Detroit, LA, Chicago, Seattle, San Fran, San Diego
Stand up
(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
Vegas
Whatever happens here, stays here
So let's go all the way dear
Til we get to Las Vegas
throw a pass at 'em
They with me stupid, now Ma, blast at 'em
Cats fire when i'm walkin' by like JFK junior, y'all talkin' fly
I give em Macaulay Culkin
All the things we don't see
Who cares what they all mean
When you're a love machine
La-La-La
La-La-La
La-La
La-La-La
La-La-La
La-La
La-La-La
La-La-La
(Sha-la-la-la-la)
It's not the way you kiss that tears me apart
Wa-oh, many many many nights roll by
I sit alone at home and I cry over you
What can I do?
invest it then watch it stack
By the way
God damn why'd y'all let me get is beast mode beast mode
By the way
I'm something like Steve Nash with them free
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