Lyrics:
to the backroom, about to jack
Cold trailed the bitch, with a gun in the back
I said: "Lay down, and unbutton your bra!"
There was the biggest titties that
and celluloid star
And my message to the people
Is don't tie me to your steeple
Don't put me in the stocks in your market square
Hey, hey you nameless
that
And with your assistance, we can continue to let the world take part in this fight
You know, to me, it kinda feels like, me, my mother, my
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Bars, Nah Free Styles
Not cause its off the top I'm just not here to lock you down
Release you from the prison show you exit in your crown
No more
is on the top
Di king is on the top up
To the very last drop
Mi know a little girl by
Di name of sister Pat
Mi send her down town fi go buy two
She
the candles
Uh uh! don't touch! yo-landi just too hot to handle!
Blind-fold you tie your hands up with the hand-cuffs
Even though you lying down, I can make
daughter to be by her mother's side
Time for this beautiful woman to become soft again
Time for her to breathe, and not be told how or when
She untangled
the other side
Time for her daughter to be by her mother's side
Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again
Time for her to breathe, and not be told
Yo, I'm pretty fly for a white guy
I'm talking Sci-Fi nerd in a tie-dye shirt
Smoking weed when I drive by
You know this beat is pretty tight, Guy
I'm
Madonna to let himself in
His mother was in the kitchen making dinner
James flopped down on one of the chairs at the
Kitchen table, dripping blood
iron now
Run upon 'em cock it back tie 'em down
If he try to move then I gotta lie him down
From why O aka Riot Town
I used to buy it,
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
shootouts, the wild west
Give it up like a gun pressed to your sundress
Runnin' game like the summer tournaments
Smoke somethin', sip somethin' with
a low down buckaroo
If you leave me alone with your mother then I'll fuck her too
'Cause I'm a sidewinding nomad
And morals in upbringing is
at a nigga neck like a bow tie
Your girl on her back like when a motherfucking roach die
Malcolm in the middle bitch I’m killing shit from both sides
You
everything, it's tatted on me
It's word to my mother
Stop turning on each other, they supposed to be ya brothers
Stop cappin on the gang, stop capping on your
a maniac but I keep control
I'mma roam with a gun for your booty hole
Tengo destreza mi don es bestial
Uso la técnica para liquidar
A todos aquellos que
Yeah, torture, motherfucker, what? (Torture, nigga, what?)
What?
I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin' tie you to a fuckin' bedpost
With your ass cheeks
Yeah, torture, motherfucker, what? (Torture, nigga, what?)
What?
I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin' tie you to a fuckin' bedpost
With your ass cheeks
mister" they squeal, my mother, she's sick
He holds a small box, filled with bills
He fills their claws with crumpled tickets to temporary might
Agents
the mix up with your arrival time.
I had the foresight. Then my third eye
was calcified by tap water fluoride.
I don't know what defines real man, so
fist
And I spun heroically around
To see Caffrey rising from his seat
I shot that mother fucker down
Mmmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah
"I have no free will", I
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
Discuss these tie your mother down by la guns 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