Lyrics:
(don't get pissed)
And all Guinness Stout and you done know we live comfortable (no doubt)
Money make di gun dem bust out (any second, stupid)
need my pub like this
Stuck in a rock in a hard place
I am thinkin' I won't bump y'all up, well
I am i got to get my thing off
My style come from Devin
Experience
I Am Visited by an Editor and a Poet
The Mexican Girls the New Place
Conversation in a Cheap Room
I Was Born to Hustle Roses Down
The Avenues
school
N-ggas still be in and out of class
S class or the brand new cl5 on them haters
Black paint, chrome trim same color as the logo for the raiders
I
know she in love with that gun sound
Don't care bout a bond it's broken
And no we don't tolerate rats
So it hurt my heart when you folded
It's like all
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
the hood
Bless the kid that max the most
Me I turn a wedding into hoax
Roses tied to bombs on posts
On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice
Rasta nigga
to the jungle guns n roses
Spin it reverse it Spin it Spin it reverse it
Bro burnt it and he got that person
Put the work in now we swerve an we're serving
My Gs
tough, Styles P, up front, let's go, konvict
We in too deep to turn back now D, sure is
Watch yourself before you get blown away
You know where I
[Chorus]
Playa's only where them chicks be checking their bodies
Up in the club where they get real naughty
Take um from here to the private parties where
worse
She get it, I give what's deserved
I used to spoil that girl
Give her my money and shit (Money)
Stab me in the back, I can't buy her loyalty
Ain't
niggas getting DP'd
Get your ass whooped in front of all your hommies
This the type shit
To have a motherfucking bitch ass nigga snitching on his homies
So
and I'm all in'
You want it I got it for you it ain't a thang the diamond rings
The clothes and things you always want but can't afford just let me know
song I hope you get it
He went to jail he didn’t tell cause he a real n***a
Not a house n***a he in the fields for real with the pills n***a
Gotta
This bitch the In N' Out Freestyle
Pussy boy acting out like a huddle, I'll get him together
One way or the other however, Deuce
Because you know we
our hoods
Peace officers are homicidal
They spill our blood
By dumping lead into our vitals
Man in if I could
I'd get rid of all their rifles
It ain't
throwin' a bag while she dance on the pole
I hang with some real ones, they live by the code N****s ain't never been street and it shows
That bitch in
Did you get it
Did you need it
Did you really
What you wanted
Was it good in the sun
Did you really have the fun
Did you crack it
Did you
I'm the one
Show you how to get it done
Ain't no fun
When the rabbit got the gun
Pull up on you like I'm Clay
Or I'm Curry in a hurry
11:30 you'll get
live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey
'cause it's the be-the-are-the-O-the-O-K
L-why-N is the place where I stay
dammit I fear no man,
You can tell by da way I walk,
N da way I talk, ill beat yo ass
And you can check da set I claim,
East side nigga where I hang
Dem
to play
They ant built like us that's why that dying and passing through things
I you gave a rose and a wedding ring
I loved you more then I can think I'm
Yeah come throw it back with the 070, 93
Yuh come hang on the block with the 070, 93
Yuh pop out on these hoes like a rose that came out from
With a dozen roses in his gun rack
Junior pulled up into her side lot
He carried them up to the front porch
And hollered, "Wanda, look at what I
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
Discuss these get in the ring by guns n roses Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In