Lyrics:
From the west side
Where the cowboys roam the night
The Monte Carlos rumble by
Under these faded old street lights
Whoa-whoa on the west side
low
Gettin' the paper, I'm gettin' the dough like I'ma baker
They feelin' me flow, I'm Naughty By Nature
I'm ballin' so hard like I'ma Laker
From head
a gun
(Dance all night)
(Dance-d-d-dance-d-d-dance-night-night)
(Dance all night)
(Night, n-n-night, n-n-night)
(Dance-dance-a-a-all night)
violence was brung
Regulated and balanced the slums
Brought in a cat with a talent for guns
Click quick to silence a Dunn
Convoys of black limos
Employs
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
on the
Bus looking like she pregnant
Peru flake got me Dior Homme low tops
Rose drop (Skr)
13 gauge with the nose chopped, stove top
(Boom boom boom boom boom)
branches, toss you in the pool
That you just partied up in on your vacation from school
Violent by nature don't expect me to apologize
Surgical with it.
to d day
Shit I don't even need my gun I hit you with the melee
Shit I quit smoking but I could use some KK
I ain't have a job I had quaps every day
He never had a mom
And never had a pops
Movin' from foster homes
16 n he slangin' rocks
He traded his teddy bear for a knife
And knife for a gun
at the mirror of the dude
J-E-N-K-O that's me
Uno, dos in the Air that's Peace
Bills need paying, but my Job give a fuck
Late with the rent then I owe 50 more
n they try and fuck it
Niggas see a bad bitch ask her if she suck dick
Straight to the point i aint never try n front shit
Nigga tryna akt tough when
the time
Whole time it's me I killed
And my trigga fingaz itchin
Got that glizzy in the mixin n
Strum the trigga it get wicked
How you hold that gun that
qu'un lascar
Love, sexe, drugs, mais pas de ciel rose
Il m'manque quelque chose, lost angels
Dis-moi qu'est-ce qu'il y a?
J'ai le cœur qui explose, boum
c'qui est fait, regarde pas c'qui est faible
Négro passé de RSA à ISF
Fuck les agents, j'ai pas d'gun sur la jambe
Je suis pas riche, moi, j'suis
war
All these choppers in the crib
Look like a gun store
And the rose gold look like
Duck sauce in the Maybach
With a young broad why the fuck
Would I
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
Pamiętam kiedy byłem małym chłopcem
Po lekcjach odpalałem Guns n’ roses
Byłem Slash-em albo Axl-em Rose-m
Skacząc po kanapie w wyobraźni grałem
a splurge on my kind
Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin' Bone
Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that
city n**ga HOU
No wonder why n**gas walking round like they on the moon
Moving slow tryna blow for them flowers that dont bloom
This rose from
thrill on elephants
Till the buffalo guns
The greatest of all times
This time, I'm not go'n say no names
If you not one of the same I suggest you
reapin up, and no keeping up with the Jonses
Long live P.E. and ban Guns'n'Roses
New Kids on the Block, stick to pop
No more making black songs, wack songs
a bearded man on his squad
So much power from oil money
That poor folks can't sit by him
No problem Osama
Bin Laden been hiding
So long that them pictures all
a movie where George Bush had a bearded man on his squad,
So much power from oil money that poor folks can't sit by him,
No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been
so I made more aye
Cunts still think I ain’t done shit
But I still run shit
Got more ammo than a gun ship
This the rap game now ima run this
Not lil
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