Lyrics:
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
Ramblin' Rose
(Noel Sherman - Joe Sherman)
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose
Why you ramble heaven knows
Wild and wind blown, that's how you've grown
Who
on
Talked a big game
But you never fucking caught on
I deal in scandal
I'm a gun with the bloodiest black handle
With a candle for every death brought by
escargot
Jam'n yer nubs in a wood chipper
I live my life like it's fargo
An i'm far gone
Hit play on the disc it's a car bomb
Ain't pick'n the kids up from
a dime for a quarter
And I had to stay for the day cause she horny
Lost my bro by a gun shit hurt
When they told me the news I was lost for my words
Now
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
and guns I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz
Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens
Or a red rose infront'a
Honig
Lass Schnaps fliesen und das Haze schmeckt zitronig
Weit weg von der police wie man sich's gewohnt ist
Stimmung Guns and Roses und das Gift bestimmt
war
All these choppers in the crib
Look like a gun store
And the rose gold look like
Duck sauce in the Maybach
With a young broad why the fuck
Would I
[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
up the I n I IQ
Roses are red violets are blue
But I never seen another girl like you
From the first day we met me haffi make you my boo
Carry you go
know I got the product
Selling weed ain't Shit but that dope a problem solver
Until you caught up in a jam n your dawgs don't even bother
To hit you up
crash
Bitch, I'm jus a demon, I ain't no rapper, I ah get on ass,
Surrounded by these killers, you'll get left right in the past
Keep my gun on me,
four-fifths
I'm into cars and guns I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz
Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens
haul to the bank First N.B.C.
Juve gotta a Beamer, blue and black with 17's
be Expedition shoppin, he just ordered 23's
It's all gravy, this life
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
But if you'd jus wake up
You'd see the meat they eats from you sheep
Come on n take the red pill
Blue pills for the weak
You've been standing
restored
The world that we transformed with guns and swords ey
Guns n roses sad faces n' poses
Don't get lost between the lines and my energy combined
I
for me
After you see my G-U-N, a pine box we will see you in
You can't believe it's me again, I B-I-G T-I-M-E
K-I-L-L very W-E-L-L
Go to Hell,
rose and have a tweakin speakin
Puerto Rican the powerful machine gun stun
Ba-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, ambulence, lights bright
Paramedics fetish
away from my smoke of horror
An hour, is all I need to have you in my power
A flower, one rose, no one knows how it goes
Full of holes the stage is
baby like the last s***,
A big car and a bad b****
Uh, I'm so fly I need my a** kicked,
These n****s ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em'
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