Lyrics:
'bove my head
Well take look again my friend
That's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson, wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by
guns
We wanna shoot our guns
Soul is mended I am gone
Could have been the chosen one
Cared for by what I have done
Never get old when I am young
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
straight from California, smelling like the weed man
La la la la la la
I got a lighter, so go and take that hip deep
One, drip send for the fifth
Girl, I
hurt
Some die by the knife
Some die by the gun
Some die by their word
Death by the tip of their tongue
Responsible for their own hurt
La di da di
Don't
of Compton)
(City of Compton
(L.A.)
(L.A.)
(L.A.)
(California)
(California)
(California)
(California)
(Good old Watts) -
like I'm loathing in Las Vegas
Haven't got the vaguest why I'm so lost
But I'd make you this small wager
If I bet you I'll be in tomorrow's paper
Who
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
the state that is golden
State where the youngstas keep holdin'
Feds and the narcs be patrollin'
Northern California, come and take a look (come and take
People hit me up but I'm forgettin' to call (haha!)
Get away to California where the weather getting colder
My honey's by the pool with umbrellas
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
I had a dream last night
We drove out to see Las Vegas
We lost ourselves in the bright lights
I wish you could have seen us
Begging for change to get
I had a dream last night we
Drove out to see Las Vegas
We lost ourselves in the bright lights
I wish you could have seen us
Begging for change to get
I had a dream last night we
Drove out to see Las Vegas
We lost ourselves in the bright lights
I wish you could have seen us
Beggin' for change to get
where my heart went
Ain't no water gun, but I'll pull up, leave the park drenched
Wood full of- (shh), think I'm runnin' out of oxygen
Young as hell,
me
Where we can lay under palm trees in California
In California crib right by the water
One call away and I might pull up on ya
Only got one night
bourbon served neat unaffected by ice
Put my product in the marked it perfected my price
Hit my point so many times that they checking the dice
St. Nick I
a real California mack
Like this, like that
I’mma show you where it at
Act right, kick rocks, bitch this hip-hop
Down in the TO, do it like a GO
My mama
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
Starin at the judge like what you talkin bout?
You told me to take and stick a gun in my mouth
See im a devil on the street from the serious ryme
But still
used to have a gun behind my belt
All around is that goddamn sand
He threw me off my California reins
Then stopped me and shot my head
Blood on my
guns at our side
And we’ll be on the run and head for California sun
I know a place Hollywood we can hide
We got a love like the lights of July
That
Ditch the party, it over
Go ham in here, and grab your friend by the hand
Let me know is you down,
Body like me playmate of the year
I might make that
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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