Lyrics:
Water blows Quatrain V Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose, cnd Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows; But still a Ruby kindles in
Red Rose Garden
I believe, I don’t... believe…
Give ‘n take, return ‘n receive…
Receive, give, take in return…
Who’s gonna preach, yeah, ‘n who’s
Whodi, ice on our mouth and wrist, we bout dat (Bling! Bling!)
Block parties in the projects; souljas, we bout dat
Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas
can make a whole lake of fish start to splash
I can make Conan and the Titans clash
And I could Metallica and Guns 'N Roses crash
Used to smash crash
Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself"
Then
Closing time at the gallery, hellbent for beauty
Only four minutes with the Florentines
Side-eyed Madonnas present the white rose
Veiled and alluring
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
the rose, sweet sweet rose, catch the sun find where it grows.
Smell the rose, the sweet sweet rose that grows on castle walls in heaven. In heaven yeah."
spot is rolling
Drop the price on the coke and
Drove the competition out and let
The dough flow in
The cops is closing in, I can do the time
But what's
one, gun by my side as I mob through the beach
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my DJ Warren G
Now I as I look for the bud sack
And see where my loves
Well he came into town with
His gun on his hips
Fortified at night by some little pink slips
Silver Smith and Wesson with a
Pearl handled butt
Cut
in my fingers I can't sleep
I'm wounded by insensitivity
I hold these roses
But you don't notice
I'm standing here
My heart is in my hands
My soul is
sh*t so potent, mind is open purple roses
Caught upon Orion's belt in the middle of some palm trees
Underneath the moon and stars
Bad bitch on my side,
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot
call me man
Bitch dog muthaf-cker, you's a Pomeranian
They say f-ck me, then Karma came
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
And since my
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Nighttime would find me in Rose's Cantina,
Music would play and Felina
Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
Out in the west Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Night time would find me in Rose's Cantina
Music would play and Felina would
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns 'n' Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot calling
While the world is closing in
Cuz in life you can't always fight to win
Oh a rock it unfolds
With a rose in its frieze
At the center there's an apple
on my Patek
Took them cuffs off totin' automatics
This the shit we get a rush for
All this rose gold look like duck sauce
In the Maybach with a young
There were three brothers in merry Scotland
In merry Scotland there were three
And they did cast lots which of them should go
Should go, should go
CHOPS AND POMPADOURS COLLECTED IN HER PHOTOS WITH NO REGRET, A LIFE OF EXCESS ROCK N ROLL AIN'T DEAD YET RESURRECTED LIKE THE ROSE OF JERICHO LET'S RAISE
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