Lyrics:
The Thompson Submachine Gun or the Tommy Gun as it's called
Uh
It's an automatic weapon, capable of delivering a high rate of fire
Uh
Let's see how
then I let it all out (Grrah, grrah)
Shootout at high noon by the saloon down town (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Only one of us will live after the big showdown
Ain't nobody you can call, I get high to hide the pain
One shot, two shot, three shot
Fuck it, grab that gun and go bang
If I stay sober, I might go
a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it
Better, better, better, better, better, better, yeah
L.A
Fly like a bird, the man with the words
I'm getting so high man this shit is absurd
Why get a herd
The more means the worse
Don't think you can slide
that high road
Too many times but not no more tho
No mo nice guy, watching my blindside, cause I know that’s how you bitches roll
Out in the sticks,
Ahem
Gather round everybody
Let me tell you what happened to Schlerb
On our way from Earth
Oooh, we were stopped
By a cop
Casey, Dan and Schlerb ere
gun sound
White or black skin
color dont matter now
We all gs round here
you get bust down
White or black skin
color dont matter now
We all gs round
violent in my self
Violence is at the all-time high
But sometimes I get high and just imagine
What if the Earth was at peace?
Imagine if you never had
shit
Nigga I’m telling you this time I ain’t playing games with you niggas
Got an A40 a BLVCK GUN fires range 40 at niggas
Pull a glock 9 from my back
I show the gang and we highfivin' (gang)
(Offset, uh)
She give me face in the Wraith (face)
This semi, it shoot by the trey (grraow)
[Chorus]
I only fuck with you, on two occasions
When I'm drunk, when I'm high
I would be broke, if I would be with you
That is why it's for one
gonna aim that gun you better pull that trigger
You know a second of thought we gonna see who quicker
I catch a high to go, you ease your pain with
Slither in the streets, of Manhattan
In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
Streets of Staten Island
Wherever you see 'em they slither
Whoever,
This a 550I know you could tell by how it drive
Probably got thirty tickets I wasn't stopping at no lights
I was searching for happiness trying to make
the big guns
You know the ones with the big drums
Ay, get out the way
Cause I'm feeling unstoppable
God on my side, I don't see any obstacles
Not on my
the perc, the only thing, make me feel alive
I wanna stay high, live up in the sky You not one of the guys
I put up all my pride You didn't sit by my side
The cerebellum of felons and what
They fail to pursue
If I was born in LA, how I dress
They would probably shoot
Not enough to unloose the noose
But you're spooked
Woo, woo, woo
(Geraldo Live on the track) yeah
I don't be slidin' through no blocks, I be slippin' by (skrrt, skrrt)
How you fuckin' the same
time high, they couldn't know it was raw
You would die if you smoked it, too potent to snort
If you think by the bar, you probably choke on the thought
x2]
This life of mine
Were only time on my side till I die
Gettin' high,
waste of time
Livin' blind by the light
Gettin' by
The best way I
that bueno
This that bueno onda
I've been on them good vibes
Get high baby
This that bueno onda
Como estas
Look in my eyes
Drop uh
Bag on my chick
Gun
visit
To live and die in LA
I got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get high every day
But I'd be sleepy, OCD and paranoid, so
Give me Bali beach, no molly please
the stars, keep my aims high
I'm a nightstalker, yeah
Imma keep livin' high, you keep doin' you
Got my ride or dies by my side
I keep 'em eating too
Uh, Yeah
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