Lyrics:
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
The world's a weird place
Like if we've already talked about it
By now there's no reason for me to doubt it
One could say that I should already know
ahead there was this terrible fright
There was a big fine lady, she was crossin' the street
She had a box with the disco beat
So I hit my brakes, but
was this terrible fright
There was a big fine lady, she was crossin' the street
She had a box with the disco beat
So I hit my brakes, but they're not
one more notch on his gun
And when he turned to go
The beautiful maiden knelt down
Where her dead sweetheart lay
And on his breast placed a rose
Duet by Linda Ronstadt and James Taylor
written by Rose Marie McCoy, Sylvia McKinney
© 1961 Ben-Ghazi Enterprises Inc (BMI)
Darling, been
Now put me to sleep like some fucking promethazine. Man why the fuck is this shit so internal. Wake up every day n start jumpin my hurdles. Stare in
Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse) , Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
100 rounds
You can be big and get killed by a kid with 100 pounds
Tell me N***a how it sounds
In the wrong town don't be play a clown
Or they'll put you
dem life and di street wisdom
Some ah dem chat fi di money, some chat fi pum pum
Some ah chat righteousness but dem ah live by di gun
Well I man ah
Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up and when I say pop it up I mean deal wit da tug of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it where
'owo mi
Fine girls dem go dey follow me
Fara bale k'oma lo gb'odomi
Pretty girls and fine boys dey feeling me
Ma fara bale n'owo mi
Fine girls dem go dey
'owo mi
Fine girls dem go dey follow me
Fara bale k'oma lo gb'odomi
Pretty girls and fine boys dey feeling me
Ma fara bale n'owo mi
Fine girls dem go dey
it will be fine, so fine)
What must I say? (Oh)
What must I do? (What must I do?)
To show how much (I think about freek'n you)
I think about
I should be fine
Look
Yo I gotta new thing boy she a freak
Oh ya'll on that new wave yea that s*** is weak
I'm guessin' a rage a** n**** is the new
u was so damn fine I kept coming back
U finally took a chance damn I'm loving that
Now we on a date and I drop a stack
See her on the gram and I
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
Guns'n'Roses dude
You might as well get bored
'Cause you goin downtown sonny, you're drunk
So whatchu tryin to tell me officer?
You tryin' to tell me that,
Guns'n'Roses dude
You might as well get bored
'Cause you goin downtown sonny, you're drunk
So whatchu tryin to tell me officer?
You tryin' to tell me that,
it will be fine, so fine)
What must I say? (Oh)
What must I do? (What must I do?)
To show how much (I think about freek'n you)
I think about
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
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
tyrant
Bad bitch by my side
Never fucking tiring
Baby flick your hair back
Love it when you talk smack
Body so fine
Let me let me let me
Fucking bang
Baby
Vampire f-ck-d up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, lave you in the cement
Don't believe it, stripe like a f***ing Adidas
The gun Selena, give a n
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