Lyrics:
no go chop oo(you no go chop)
Ngwa nụ ratata ratata ka ana agbazi now
Imana enwe onye cho ikuluzi down
Si ha calm
Ha si gị country bad
Country bad
now c'est bon
Tout ceci n'a qu'un temps
Vivre dans l'excès à plein temps
Oh, cesse de perdre ton temps
Ou bien de brasser du vent
Put down di gun
Boom boom bang bad boy pose ton gun
Boom boom bang avant qu'il n'y ait maldonne
Boom boom bang bad boy pose ton gun
Boom boom bang bad boy
Fixe fixe
Write it down & spit on a song
Descriptive shit talker
Words compared to bullets in guns
This that military grade but I use it for fun
Pissed a couple
remember I was a water boy
No wakin up n smellin roses we smelt gun smoke
Smoked em like piff we light yo ass up wen our guns blow
You Hea me talk in slangs
Overdosing off the dope
Comatosin' on the low
Keep my hands on some coke
Like guns n' roses, rock n' roll
The guns we tote is not for show
Welcome
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,
verbaas oor na haar ewe skielik sing sy 'n ander wysie
hierdie ou probeer al heel aand by my aanle
ek se nee sy se ja
hy wil meer as vriendskap he
goeie
down inside
You're just like a dandelion, strong all through
Even better than the roses surrounding you
When all of your petals and flowers fall down
was just down bad on our dick
I remember me n bro was out dea feinin for a lick
Okay den , a nigga play dats it
Oh he got a gun he don't put it to work
trying to catchup, but I'm already gone by a million light years
N I never look down
It's time that I eat so I better cook now
Yellin look out!
Rollin with
brains out
Stick to yer guns
Stick to yer guns
Stick to yer guns
And I'll be target practice
Stick to yer guns
Stick to yer gunnnnnnnnns
Go on n
wild he running through his second leg of the tour
Uh
Toast some
We was in Stolley's with ghost guns
If my niggas ain't around do a drill by my lone some
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
My definition of a thug n****
(Nobody's, closin' me out of my
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
guns to wreck a nation
Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase, and, have a explanation
You bring your crew and 'em and I'm doing 'em
Then I'm beating 'em down
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
now c'est bon
Tout ceci n'a qu'un temps
Vivre dans l'excès à plein temps
Oh, cesse de perdre ton temps
Ou bien de brasser du vent
Put down di gun
and robbers
By then we used to shoplift
And that became a problem, we aimed it before we shot it
We hold the gun with both hands, it seemed like we was
rose up and broke their silence
And assembled on the shores
Of the closest island
With their folk beside them
And a rogue defiance
Went 2 by 2 and awoke
and grow the stuff
It's the words, now ya heard,
Repeat the name and know the suss
It's bliss 'n eso and they
Gobble our sound down
And get off the ground
wicked Felina, the girl that I loved
So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My
be worth cuz I need a
Ride or die to be by my side
Said she asking for a love song
Yh she just wana feel like she loved
Give her roses cuz she been
loaded guns
All because no daddy's at home, to raise they son's
Man Up! or Glove Up, or Catch some more re-runs
And here we go again, bomb'n over seas
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