Lyrics:
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in this world)
(Balls)
(Balls)
(Balls)
(Balls)
I started small time, dope
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
To yourself, not to be cautious?
Flawless in wondering
The watchful eyes they are misjudged
One breath, you’re on the cusp
You were 18, now you're 21
Drew
Grab hold of your guns and swords
You are the master's slave
They're marching you off to war
The line is drawn now in the sand
Which side will you
hey baby
I'm tipping my hat off to ya baby
'cause you're so fine,blow my mind
I put in the time
Everybody knows you can't let the pretty one past ya by
Called the first one Savage Mode, my mood, that's what it was (21)
2016, we was ridin' around, beatin' niggas up in the club
I know she around for
from head
One rule amongst my gang
Let's keep one in the head
They hatin' but they ain't gonna
Touch one of my dreads
After I gun at your head
Boy I'm
just hot (Come on)
Young niggas stay fly at all times (Uh)
Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides (Uh)
Keep our guns by our sides at all times (Uh)
a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
Yeah I wish Shake
Every time we link, it be sneaky
All my hoes clean, niggas squeaky
Buy her new Chanel, I'm talkin' weekly
I could tell she goin' by how she greet
C's, wit two guns in my holster
I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my n*gga Game, if you n*ggas want problems
From the streets
They took us by surprise no chance to survive, unless we hit them hard
The hell is breaking loose, the bodies pile up - a good time now to die
Another
Your Time To Party
Join In Everybody, 21 Gun Salute, Yeah!
Party Mein Dance Kar Lenge
Mummy Daddy Bhi Rahenge
Mere Bff Hai Dono
Koode Naache Gaayein
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah digga likes
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Layin' in your bushes (21)
I got all camouflage
Runnin' from the stick (21)
I just gave 'em ass shots
Spray a nigga team (Pussy)
Then we spray
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
sellin weed
Shootouts, and some ecstasy
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up fuck one time
Above the law hey
bitch
21 zips dats skunk
Thats a pound and 5 zips in the trunk
I really get tree by the trunk
Spent 18 months on that bunk
21 zips nigga pass
a motherfucking friend[00:14.21]Blicky by my side till the very end[00:16.64]And all these bitches on my line but I've been chasing M's[00:19.30]Can't complain this
them out, gun 'em down in their hideaways
Crush their skulls, tear their limbs, make them die in pain
(Blood Ravens do or die, kill, kill, kill)
got hit in the leg (on God)
Get out the car if you scared
We went through they hood, and we painted it red (21)
I don't really talk on phones
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