Lyrics:
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I
with gun on niggas
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin' on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I
Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman
Bet I can drive faster 'n you can
C'mon hoss lets have some fun
Go on shoot me with a radar gun
You look bored and I sure
Rock out like the Guns N' Roses
Pop out like the sun where its frozen
Rock out no guitar, wipe ya noses
I got a bitch that play her role
Bad like
than the Isleys
Put a pop in your pudding
But not the Cosby's type
I'm talking big guns and Cadillac coupes
The New York monsignor's just scared of his
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I
though
Light up your cigerattes
She a calamity trigger laced with guns n roses
She's a desperata
Most wanted
A tattooed six shooter
By her side pocket
soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I was made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side
The First World War, boys
It
Yeah I'm the n**** yeah, don't forget it yeah
Gold neck Tity yeah, Lamborghini yeah
Man in my city yeah, they call me Tity yeah
Bad b**** with me yeah,
Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest
And me, I'm in a rock 'n roll band, ha
Ridin' in a Stutz
And the names of the heroes
I was made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side
The First World War, boys
It came and it went
The reason for
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you laid dying
In a field of thorn and roses
With a hawk above you crying
For the warrior slain in battle
night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you laid dying
In a field of thorn and roses
With a hawk above you crying
For the warrior slain in battle
Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest
And me, I'm in a rock 'n roll band, ha
Ridin' in a Stutz
as a motherfucker, why I'm rich
By a bag brother get a nigga high I'm lit
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch
Hit you when you're hidin', now you it, now
Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun
To be beatin' on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in
your mind (change your mind)
The morning comes and there's an odor in the room
The scent of love, more than a million roses bloom
Embracing you
dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Still rock the gin n juice in hand (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
I do it for the G's, and I do it for the hustlaz
Here to annihilate you
to define me
The hick hop cowboy from the D A double L A S
So fresh in the contest
Rockin' stages like Guns N' Roses
I been flowin' since Madonna was
no concern!
And what about your heart,
Do you feel it right now?
It’s like you dropped it once
Shot by a million guns
Take my body nice girl
I have
nous n'en voulons pas
La dictature dans la politique
Ce n'est pas bon ce n'est pas
Bon nous n'en voulons pas
Made it out Naija with nothing in the bank
conceited, she gotta reason
She got her hair did, she got her weave in and I'ma sweat that out
By the evening you, I don't sweat that now I gotta new
Come
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