Lyrics:
Summer Solstice, On The Farm In Arkansas,
Day N Night In Balance Thanks To God,
Full Moon Rising In Capricorn,
Summer Blooms, Full Strawberry Moon.
say to me
That same shit you shit, I'mma make you sniff
It's the N O T O R I O U S
You just lay down slow
It's the N O T O R I O U S
You just lay down
You could take apart the bombs
You could plant them on the farms
Make a garden out of what-do-you-supposey?
And tend it like a little red ro-ro-rose
say to me
That same shit you shit, I'mma make you sniff
It's the N O T O R I O U S
You just lay down slow
It's the N O T O R I O U S
You just lay down
on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin', glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when
Shit I wouldn't of let you go I woulda made your life heaven
I woulda hushed my mouth, gave my shit up
I woulda minded my own business, n not let
it have you battlin guns and roses
roses and dresses
funeral settins
blessins
ay man
you see em on the waist
i'm tryna shoot straight straight shot
the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms
N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up
Dollar Weekend, kickin' down the door
Hundred Dollar Weekend, passed out on the floor
Sure as hell didn't have much, but we was ready to play
N' babe what
on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin', glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when
why mi love see guy die
Is it di reason why mi wear diamond
And sleep pon a bed name divan
And Guns n Roses a my band
Bwoy come a flip like phone, you
get fried
And your yam get pounded (pounded yam)
Hmm, might be a brat for a bit
Fuck your blunt, man, I want my spliffs
Want my farm and I want my
Tamir Rice was playing
In the park with his pellet gun
His sister watched them shoot him down
At twelve his life is done
Anton Rose lies bleeding
These real diamonds n my
Chain I faking nothin
Say nigga fuck you n that
Pistol you ain't takin nothing (yea)
Im out that Chippewa thats right
There by
Durango
Fare thee well where I belong
N' I rode hard in the saddle
With my ol' paint horse n' my gun
The Pocatello River we rode through
Bedded down 'neath
like to snort coke, you should see the size of her nose is
We really the ones controllin', no choices
And we got Guns and Roses, Rolls Royces
Beefin'
Let me take you through my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting them K's
Heavy guns and dope funds and raids
the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun
put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't fear
Nann nigga, nann ho, let's keep that bullshit clear
They had me face down in the skreet
Errbody
say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the fuck was so wonderful
'Bout picking cotton on a farm
The harder they come, the harder they fall
dying tonight
Red roses by ya side
Them boys done took ya life
Ya family grieving tonight
Dark clouds gone fill the sky
Red roses by ya side
Red roses by
fingers to the bone
I never even wanted this old farm
I wrapped 'em up in gunny sacks
I hitched a wagon
Threw 'em in the back
I buried that Joe down
or maybe jack and sprite
A case of Coors light and its on tonight
We talking about a party down on Johnson's farm
Late night country trouble we don't mean
the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun
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