Lyrics:
ska pas halle
Po morali george lucas
Ferrat e sistemit
Jam tu i shmang sikur hookers
Rrit me guns n roses
E ne te arushes
Jeta shum e bukur homie
Si me
Basil Brush
You'll blaspheme in shock at my nine millimetre
Arms out - "Jesus!" - Christ the redeemer
By day or by night, my gun totes a raw power
Call
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
So...
I got
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
white socks, Trinidad I'm on the way
Rose gold on my wrist, all I needs a nice box
Just to jam for the afternoon
Maybe spend a buck or two
Every bodies in
living reckless
Shaking dice i live by the dice
Now the devil on my right ear
Angel on my left ear
Harmonies Blues, Guns and Roses
Mama tried to warn me
And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so
You tried to front
Hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun
Yo
I'm the N
everything goin haywire
You lauged before let's see you laugh now blue cow
How now black cow
Word to bird
Word to bird
Word to bird n****
[Chuck D]
guns and money frontin' for your mans n nem
And all you got is a Co-D puttin you in a jam again
The mans you thought was so stand up taking the stand
The show gun with Shogun to testify
To show somethin'
We hold somethin' that electrifies
N-1 L-B, no one left behind, pause it
Where I grew up in the world
I here about the police in Brooklyn?
Turn this jam up yo
Yo this is the type of jam that be getting No Airplay
I want the whole world to hear this
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
Nothing's forever I forecast then foreclose
An illusion what I'm
for Guns 'n' Roses
Yeah! C'mon!
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're in this life just gettin by
Somebody
soft as rose pettles b
Fly goon Lucifer n god wit me Keep it a brik so out of heaven he kikn me Rose from konkrete da law kant govern me ant nunnin
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
the gun, shake the fuzz
That's what makes the buzz and cousin
You can take a dozen drugs n
Couldn't feel this dope dude
I got your feet in the sky
The real
them Bose, man
Oh and, gun and my Lindsay, the Lohan
No scam, nothin' like Quincy, a slow jam
Program went from a ten-speed to a Broham
You don't owe
We crew hoppers, twenty-in-a-group shoppers
Don't look at the watch unless
You got blue blockers
BBC boats where niggas is true yachters
I got an MBA
this is what I do
When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds salt water blue (Ross)
Let's party like the pack jam, Pac-Man
Fifty grand, stacked in my lap
that man they got my nigga)
Man that shit ain't cool man
(Okay order in the court)
[Woman]
The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony
Case number
knot
Then they wanna call me n***a but he a black cop
Tell a white cop he a h*e, eat a fat c**k
Lil blue pig in a suit, he a mascot
Need a boss eat
Just bought a new Lamb'
The blick it won't jam
Whole lot of new money, this shit ain't no scam
Came up from my gram
I'm serving them yams
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
top.
(Formica top, it had a formica top).
Well, I'll tell you 'bout the widow, my good friends,
The widow was in navy blue
With a gown designed by
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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