Lyrics:
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
to explode
Fire oh, ginger oh
Somebody, pour me water oh
I dey on my own
Waka jeje, make you no jam agbako
Big Gun, no go do am again
Owo nla ti n be
Roses are red, Violets are blue
Always on my mind, always thinkin' about you And every time I'm with you, girl, you make
Me feel blue n I don't
respected for what i do
Change or Die Bro
Roses red
Like the Lou
Uhh
Simple pleasures
By the twos
Uhh
On the highway
Its to early
But baby, we gotta move
it movin' (Able to leap sucker MC's in a single bound)
Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Look at the jam of the mic)
Keep it movin' along, keep it
and guns, I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like bein' in a blue Benz
In front of a thousand bloods with Mac tens
Or a red rose in front
the streets
What kinda ni**as slang out the trunk to eat
What kinda ni**as bangin red and that blue
Aim for yo dome cokc they sh*t then shoot
OK OK
Belts
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Is this love
To good to b true
Roses are red
Violets are
I catch you at cha manz grave
Droppin' a rose
Cuz I come wit 4 burnerz
Like tha top ah ya stove
Whoa
All is said n done
There was only one
Hope that
N***** ain't built for this ride
Heard they took everything without a gun did him dirty
Big ole' Draco like I'm Presley
You want the smoke you can get it
you ridin' in a Wraith
'Cause it's a stick up
Pay me what you owe me, that and then some
It's a stick up
Never dodge the smoke 'cause we got big guns
flood
To save the lager from the guns and spillage of blood
See the English roses spreadin' through the land, but there's a wag-'n-bietjie thorn in
bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He
W garderobie wszystko allblack w studio ściany all black
Jadę robić forsę na BP tankuję Hondę
W radio Guns N' Roses jadę pisząc zwrotkę
Nic już nie
Spizzle Go Crazy
Mill No Chill
Ayy Terk, Sparkheem
Close your eyes n***a's, tell me what do you see
You ain't in your jam then we can't even speak
that (Ross)
I rep carrot city out in Vegas (Vegas)
N the matchin' huned thousand dollar bracelet (who)
Mo' guns then the matrix (matrix)
Neo reload
Marley spliff back'll make ya (Get up)
Big 6 on 20 inch make ya (Get up)
(Come on)
[Verse 1]
Jam session in the park
Smith-N-Wessun start
Charge
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop
night
Them people do come tryna kick in my door
I made a vow to the streets
I get in a jam
I never fold
Make em do they job
Keep all the secrets n
paid i'm true to the trade
My blues are worth the pay
But I grab the guitar
Started up pickin' and strummin'
Then I started whistlin' and hummin'
Next
get deep babyboy
Askin who I am then young niggas get you done
Poked up forever baby til I’m 51
By then a nigga should prolly have 50 guns
Late
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
God made man
Man made a gun
Gun kill a man
Man day blame God
God made man
Man made a gun
Gun kill a man
Man day blame God
I be ator u be Boss
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