Lyrics:
Mon vrai nom c'est Massock
Je n'ai aucun diplôme
Mes yeux ressemblent à la
Paume de main d'un maçon
Mes plaies relèvent du peplum
J'ai répondu
feeling me
A&Rs wouldn't even risk demo-dealing me
Can you believe that s***?
That's how it was back then
[Chorus]
Ah-yo, I know most the n
there's nothin' to gain by assumin'
I'ma say the definition of my name- the truest
I shocked 'em like real bullets in prop guns
Creep with baddies in
an album
Got another one coming
Making money off these n*****
When they try to play the
I messed up, let me try again
Baby girl, I don't know what you
yourself by the amount that's on your wrist
Over you do they reminice, I don't know but it's prevalent
Energies we bring's evident I just do this out
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen,
Started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggas wildin'
Gun shots thrown, the phone diallin'
Back in the days, I'm eight now
Makin' a tape now, Rae gotta
Verus
Vivre et vouloir beaucoup D'mailles
Pour échappé à la vrai vie yah
Je n'fait pas de feat
J'ai ton cul en photo
Le gun dans le fut
L'album n
Lost from a pure 'n strange taste
Can't even realize the time I waste
Cos you’re dancing in my head
Wrapped in guns and roses
All my blood
Is poisoned by
moi quand je vais mal tu n'es pas là
Je repense à toi quand tu me met mal
RS Merco la berline ou Audi
Faut que je te fais monter baby
Que tu captes la
whole styles up, I stuck to my guns
In one drag I'm blowing ‘bout 7 O's
Life's a b****, I had to 69 the h**
Tryna hit a lick in hopes a n**** might be
'envoie pas young guns pour
Qu'ça pump-pump comme à Compton
Je n'ai aucune peur des hommes
Donc je viens en personne
Don et malédiction
Un grand pouvoir
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
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot calling
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns 'n' Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot
Neem je mee naar de Paradise City van Guns N' Roses
Opgegroeid tussen houten stamhoofden en blacklight
Zwarte Panter posters
Afrikaanse dames met
kam, wurd' die Geschichte wahr
Heute sitzen wir mit zwanzig Mann am Tisch und ich bezahl'
Fick die High-Society, A&Rs sind auf Schmusetrips
Sie
)
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
[Intro]
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
[Nas]
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy
like you and recover
The life that I knew as a young'n
In pajamas and Dun-ta-duns
When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs
Dumb niggas like me never
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Pim se fokken lemonade Kauai en buzz no personality life in answering drugs
So klap jou fokken hande vir die moffies met guns
En kom siek Parow by die
d'Aubagne)
Aux States, ils ont Kylie, nous, Maëva Ghennam (Maëva Ghennam)
On n'a pas les Champs Élysées, on marche en bande organisée
Dans la cala, j'ai
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