Lyrics:
Wild Bunch Wild Bunch
What a god-damned tragic group of men
When William Holden was shot in the stomach
And died of bleeding from within
There's
And Write our own song
We're the wild ones
Wild ones
wild ones
dancing in the night
Ooh till the morning light
We're a wild bunch
wild bunch
wild bunch
Side road fresh, small town clean
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean (Church)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Think they a wild bunch
So, they wildin (wildin)
Really only 21 (21), on an island (island)
Oh, so exotic, yo hoe drowning in Hypnotic
Shawty the day
She said, "I'm na'cho mama!"
"Na'cho mama!"
"I'm na'cho mama, na'cho girl, I didn't bring you into this world!
"I'm na'cho nama!"
The wild bunch
said, I'm Na'cho Mama
Na'cho Mama
I'm Na'cho Mama, Na'cho Girl
I didn't bring you into this world
I'm Na'cho Mama
The wild bunch rode on down
Straight from the jungle
I was born in the wild
With a bunch of wild things roaming round
She like it when I growl
And I like her cause she really
bunch
They're a wild bunch
But if they just knew
What my night was coming to
God would they vomit and run
You have gone so far
You have gone too
heard his final yell
Said hey Johnny head the wild bunch and do the ladies well
Stampede they're comin' up to draw
No I ain't got no partner cause
tonight.
She likes the punch deep down in her pistolero.
Running with the wild bunch, makin' like a Robert Dinero.
She's kinda shy but make no mistake,
checkin' my flow
So, I advise you to keep it in the studio
Your attittude, you don't want to meet me dude
My crews' like a fuckin' wild bunch of escaped
wild bunch of escaped beasts
Like scientists, cross cells of apes and G's
All the war - get you battle gear, black fatigues
You talk shit, your crews'
tummy
Now who's got the microphone
Now who's honey
A turbo turbo and charge with a charge
I be daddy g wild bunch crew at large
Don't call
I drink Gin, hit Chronic
Run with a wild bunch
Thinking of the dead niggas that
I knew that die young
Is there a heaven for a nigga up to no good?
tummy
Now who's got the microphone
Now who's honey
A turbo turbo and charge with a charge
I be daddy g wild bunch crew at large
Don't call
don't you get fresh with me
Smokin', not cokin', yeah, funky sax
Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch
Looking good in a Buffalo Stance
Looking
don't you get fresh with me
Smokin', not cokin', yeah, funky sax
Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch
Looking good in a Buffalo Stance
Looking
you get fresh with me
Smokin' not cokin'
Get funky sax
Lookin' good, hangin' with the Wild Bunch
Lookin' good in a Buffalo Stance
Lookin' good
and mason jars
Old song, sing along, neckle through the hills and hollars all night long
Good old boys pickin' at 'em old guitars
A wild bunch, clean front, I
Different time zone
Where have I gone
Surrounded by the real but the fake close
They acting out though
Bunch of wild ones
But I just stay cool calm
killing on it
Same donnys wanna dance up on my new flow
92 That's the year of the wild one
I'm monkeyfied now I'm jumping with the wild bunch
I'm going wild
Robbin' banks and holdin' up trains
Outlaw women and their wild bunch gangs
Good girls never made history
Leather and steel Strapped under lace
day comin'
That's what happens when you let a bunch of wild animals out the cage
Think our biggest problem is
It all gets so monotonous
Holding
do die
The last dog of the wild bunch Did anybody feed you lunch
Bearded goddess, I am yours Tell me how the hell you open doors
Lovely Luna, pure
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