Lyrics:
I'm present on your scene
Ya lips tighten up
Always sipping top drink
When I'm by the bar
Ya chick looking at me blinking
Ima nova star
Trust a couple
for Guns 'n' Roses
Yeah! C'mon!
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're in this life just gettin by
Somebody
All Slobs should be dead by the 9-5
Cause in the muthafuckin' graves is where the Snoops lyin'
y'all niggas keep the world a blue atmosphere
Two see's
All Slobs should be dead by the 9-5
Cause in the muthafuckin' graves is where the Snoops lyin'
y'all niggas keep the world a blue atmosphere
Two see's
To primetime television and your guilded cage
Then, forget his people in the world still enslaved"
I barbwire my wrist, and let it fill the page
Gun firing
could
I frown on bullshit like my name's Clint Eastwood
You come with fronts, stunts 'n poses
I welcome you to my jungle
Like my name was Guns 'n
that's why we walk with our guns
'Cause those without guns get killed by guns
?? the one that will kill you son
It's the same where ever we from, it's
'Cause every time I turn on the news
I see a blac kman gettin' cuffed by blues
It's like a fight fixed, you throw a right kick
In the daytime get bashed
Yea uh
I like the way that sounds
Uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Now
Check Check
Nigga you feelin' like a frog when you jump
One leap will bring ya from
Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how
Hundred K, dope boy swag, stopped by DEA (hundred K)
First class, pourin' lean, tweakin', it's just me and bae (tweakin')
Late night, skeeted in a freak,
made you
With no pressure there's no diamonds and from concrete roses grew
And from concrete roses grew
But with these roses weeds come too
They gon' try
fucked I jus need to work out the kinks
Bitch I'm flowin' like a sink n barely floatin' by I feel like I'ma sink
Ooh, Insanity I'm on the brink
Ooh,
you
Load up the canon !
21 – A 21 Gun Salute
To honor you, our 21 guns will shoot !
21 – A 21 Gun Salute
It’s what you’ve earned, what rock n’ roll
the city, movin' dope just like the '80s (that work)
More guns than the Navy
Never wrote a statement (no)
Go check out them pages (that paperwork)
Amiri
serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you
your arms and I won't cry
My ears are ringing from the sound of guns
I see those horses but they don't run
How, mother, can I believe?
White roses
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey
'cause it's the be-the-are-the-O-the-O-K
L-why-N is the place where I stay
straight out the sack
Keep my Nina close
Never finna lack
Smokin on some Blue Steel in the Ac'
On the way home with the cognac
Listen what I made on the play
see that I ball
A State, on my brim, you see that I Hawg
battle, wit Bloka, leave you blue like Snoop Dogg
Go round the world find none better Lou Rawls
Bonnie n Clyde, ride with my baby by my side
Those baby blue eyes hypnotize
Visualize when you strip the gun clip slip on your thigh
Never slipping she's
I'm saying I'll beat the fucking shit out of you
While my guns cool down
Like a vacation for two
Like you know they say
Roses are red, violets are blue
and ItsLae like Ying and Yang
All of these hoes on my ding-a-ling
Yea
Blue cheese on me like a chicken wing
Still the same n**** jus upgraded
Ballin'
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