Lyrics:
Life caught me in a brand new perc
Been down bad and it kept getting worse
So I thank God every time I rose
Need my cash ASAP like Ferg
Pop it up
Lotta
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
Huh, what a set up
Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
a couple shots like I'm scorin' free throws
Took a few gambles, more than Pete Rose
I'm on that rum like I'm Jack Sparrow
And you know I keep sum'n with
As I sit for minute to tell you a story about how a king was dead once
As he rose from the bottom
His journey won't awesome he started with water
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
poles
That opp shit wack, Half n***** riding totin' lotta' dead opps
Hit that pack I see his ghost
He not like that he had his gun I shot he froze
Can't
Crying to myself, Like when I get home I'm gone lose it
I honestly don't want no peace, I want all them n***** dead
So if you ain't on my side, And I see
the door and its Rose the nosey neighbor
With a spatula in her hand
Like thats goin to do somethin against them guns
Its Rosey the nosey neighbor
or as the final
Word of whatever God may be
Christianity has given us an image of
Death and sexuality that we have based
Our culture around a half
Naked dead man
really means, over my dead body
Why you coming at EM, with a machine gun,
He already told you, he’s superman
Yet you still think you won
I’m not trying
n....., we ain't never backing down, ain't never backing
Down, my n....,
They on that high horse, high haters, half of these rappers talking out
They anus,
at 850 pounds; guns n' roses!
Get in the ring(x16)
This song is dedicated to all the guns n' fuckin' roses fans
Who stuck with us through all the fucking
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up
roses, lay in wood boxes often
Park the ten porches outside the good doctor's office
Turn my head, cough 'cause I'm smoking on a dead corpse
Leave you
stomp ground onto the spot
All the mares drop dead at my motherfuckin' horse cock
Rarity and Applejack, they tend to relax
But then Rainbow Dash, she'll
Q.R.N
Quando Rondo Nigga, ay
Back to the basics nigga, back to the basics
Back to the basics nigga, back to the basics
Back to the basics
Sold dope at candle till the motherfuking wheels fell off.
Back home so many Guns and Roses ain't talking Guns and Roses.
Battling Poseidon rhyming
n wo Spartacus
gun mi bi eshin inu power horse
Jekin offload jekin de de de
Omoyi oni lole pe pe pe
Ramzo
Ukwu a bu igba
N'igi weputaya
Gini ka ina
purple
Simon Says take they heads homies
And send them phony motherf***ers to dwell with all they dead homies
Fishin' for fake n****s, observe and shake
station, where you get your gas.
Then there's Dixie Rose Deluxe's,
Honky Tonk, Feed Store, Gun Shop, Used Car,
Beer, Bait, Barbecue, Barber Shop, Laundromat.
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
Discuss these dead horse by guns n roses Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In