Lyrics:
own
Just call it an act of love
Protect the criminals
With Victims by the score
By taking our guns
They’re making us wards
To a State of Confusion
In
desires
There’s no more early morning, in my heart the rose is blooming.
Be all hope that love is more than just a dream
It’s not illusion anymore,
desires
There’s no more early morning, in my heart the rose is blooming.
We all hope that love is more than just a dream
It’s not illusion anymore,
Mommy's flying high, the truth is shown
The kids are all alone
'Cause it's just a ghetto thang
It's just a ghetto thang (word)
It's just a ghetto
to understand to get it in hand about the guns
[Chorus]
Saturday night just ain't that special
Freedom to be afraid is all you want
Yes if you don't
Fuck what they all say
Niggas can't stop me with rumors
Im too strong all day
Socks exploding sweat pants
Pockets is bulging
Holding it down
ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner (yeah)
A-T-L-A-N
And Johnny Depp pickin' on an old guitar
Man I wish old Keith would've taught em how to keep it in tune
I came here lookin' for love
But all I found was
and these roses
I'm just hoping I don't go unnoticed
I'm faded I'm flowing
They Know it!
This shit hits deeper than a gun
I'm all alone and I'm on one
the chauffer to stop
For a frappachino mocha
Then she let me blaze it while I
Still had my gun in my holster still bonin
Word I love the way shorty moanin
Zonin,
All the time we've wasted
(Wasted)
Spent fighting
(Fighting)
It's blood and it's running down the stairs
Freeze the frame
To the gun shot
recognize we
Been using it wrong
So I'ma break it down and put
This game in a song
N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say no more
'Lluminati can come and get me
that'll hurt ya
Serve and murda all busters now,
Hard times gotta grind get mine,
Even if it means pap that's ya life,
And a nigga gotta die by
the damnation
Stare into infernal depth
Follow the path of the smoke
And stick to it until the end
Trapped and ripped from own flesh
Consumed by the vortex
about the Zig-Zag smoke
See it's a West Coast thing, where I'm from
And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
the ladies come quick
The money can't fit in my pockets
But I bet that gun fit
And I'm so unfit
'Cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't shit
some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
Because it represents me and the motherfuckin' East Side
So bow down to the bow wow, 'cause
and it don't make sense,
To live your whole life for the dollars 'n' cents,
This greed is killin' us by the hundreds,
Ya sittin' on a million but ya still
Birds flyin' high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Reeds driftin' on by you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
a basement
Now I'm rockin' all these shows turnin' up on all these stages
I had to tell me momma no, I gotta stack it up and save it
Real street nigga,
Look under the rug
Investigate all they own
Just call it an act of love
Protect the criminals
With Victims by the score
By taking our guns
They're
Guns'n'Roses dude
You might as well get bored
'Cause you goin downtown sonny, you're drunk
So whatchu tryin to tell me officer?
You tryin' to tell me that,
one was making noise ain't it a breech of
Trust look in the gutter, unh, never judge yo book by its cover
Word to the muthafucka I, I didn't studder
Guns'n'Roses dude
You might as well get bored
'Cause you goin downtown sonny, you're drunk
So whatchu tryin to tell me officer?
You tryin' to tell me that,
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