Lyrics:
feather making traditions. When guns were introduced by foreigners, the kia manu took to using it because it was so much easier than the old ways; however
mira
Vibes chefed
By my bro’s sponsored by mi Tia
Welcome to the kitchen
Bienvenido a la cocina
I sold legal and illegal things
But right now?
I sell
un gun, je parle brièvement
À chaque saut, un évènement
J'fais rythmer illicite et violence
On attend pas un concert pour faire les balances
La
the six, take off ya wig
What you know about L.A., flossin wit Big
Five hundred drop, sunset, gun in my sock
What you know about New York, runnin wit Pac
that all might
The gun is aimed at me
That life c'est la vie
That how it really be
The gun is aimed at me
That life c'est la vie
That how it really be
We the felix brothers, vato
We the felix brothers
We count 200 million every time
We meet each other
I'm in LA, caviar, like a Meechie Brother
Guwop
dans le drive by
Je vesqui les balles tout le temps je bombarde
23 aux pieds j'ecrase pédale
H24 je garde la mentale
Quand ils me voient deviennent tout
Truth come out win I Smoke Who R now different then Some more who R now waiting for you "2 smoke-smoke In & out-out then N LA, LA, LI, LI, LI, LA
Cuando solo tenia un octavo
Y lo tenia que romper en gramos
Con la cuchara y la pistola en mano
Si voy preso todo va hacer en vano
Par de L, pero al
It's on when he touch that cause he can get enough bricks
When I was young he told me not to run, I pop my gun pa
You can ask gun or la la love then aim
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
On the walls where the shells were kept
In the corridors young children run
And shout out the barrels of the guns
La guerre c'est fini pour moi
La guerre ne
Estas vibras son para la gente
Caminando con calma
Rebeldes en camino
De la revolución
Mi alma llama
Al creador
Ya no hay que llorar
Hay que gritar
gun
to shoot the sun,
I ll be your knife
to stab the sky,
I ll ride with you...
salgo a la ruta queriendo encontrar respuestas y conducir en su
it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun
finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns
I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin
Here we come
If anybody want the smoke. Talkin all that blah blah blaaah
Where we from
Southern Cali, the west coast. LA County la la laaaa
And we
Verse: 1
Gun shots ring out from across the land, enough tears to fill an ocean.
Too much bloodshed at the hands of man. Breathe in, now breath out
Mrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun, la, la, la
Mrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even know I owned one la, la, la
Somewhere between the cobblestone
what time is
Cause I’m timeless
A six on every dice
We taking no chances
Play with a loaded gun
Russian roulette let it spin, let it
spin eh
Verse 1:
Ay
got my bally on my gun e nu sta num stolen
N'dexa nha coraçon em casa
Pronto fazi um mazza
I can't show no emotions
He got txinged
cnd he got bun by
gotta see me I'm giving the streets hell
I feel like the streets failed by tryna make me derail
We just buy and trade guns no we don't do no resales
Wake
libs and my doubles tight
Thats why ya rappers get silent when I hold this mic
J'ai pris le mic assis sur mon banc, j'ai vu la misère assise sur mes
direct de Top Gun
Un croc dans son boule v'la qu'elle s'prend pour Apple
1.8.7, Houss, Doggy Dog, ça sent l'coffee shop
Floppy flop, faut que tu trouves
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