Lyrics:
breathlike, get deathlike at times
And there's no use in tryin'
T' deal with the dyin'
Though I cannot explain that in lines
Your cracked country lips
I still
they my rings
So give it up punk and then I just
Put another jack in progress
It's the American way
Cos I'm the G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Ice Cube,
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Low riders hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw
in black clothes
They tryin' ta' take my only life
Leave my folks on the front row
Bury me in providence heavy weight that rose
They wanna steal the BG
on the grind again
Everything is everything
I got my nails done, flyin' pinky ring
I'm actin' like a king
I'm sittin' in my throne
With my roll on, get my grub
and brought to school
By a friend of mine 'n' after class
Me and him and this other fool decide that we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself
y'all niggas, then we showed y'all niggas, huh?
We gon' take it back with this
By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh?
We
and brought to school
By a friend of mine 'n' after class
Me and him and this other fool decide that we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself
girls in this bitch
Yikes, 18 and over, twap twap, game over
(yeah)
Party hard, rock and roller, in the jungle
Guns and roses
Yeah, flowers for
futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap
If your front work out, gotta get it right
on my Patek
Took them cuffs off totin' automatics
This the shit we get a rush for
All this rose gold look like duck sauce
In the Maybach with a young
by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of your skin get you put in
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
Deringer,
I keep it in the small of my back
it's a two shot, it's chrome, my initials engraved in it
[shots ring off]
look at you now, you had to get
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
Pull over by some broad; make her hop right in a blow me
And suck a nigga drive, then its, "slut get out my ride"
Have you heard about, shorty be
you see me turn your head, I don't like you all that much
I got guns and roses in my head, so bang yours to the drums
I got
Guns and roses in my head,
it to ya LIVE lift up ya windows!
Let the public peek in
N' see ya dirty laundry
Y'ALL DON'T WANT ME TO CONTINUE, HOV!
(laugh) supa uglay
dj scratch,
no one Lord
When I couldn't find jack in no ones cards
Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer
Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by
much blood, these bitch niggas in they periods
They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And only fuck with cute bitches that get fly and boost
no man curse
Babylon, mi tell you
You are go drive in a di hearse
On my way on to Pioneer Land
Here come a Babylon, a fire pure gun
A true him no know,
juice to fill up... a couple cups, and I'm thirsty as ever
Come help a n**ga out
In public I take looks around
That panty line is what ima lick around...
sinus, b****es might
Choke, I'm giving them the heimlich, I'm a
Pimp in my own f***ing rhyming, you my side b****
Ugh, Two chainz, two pinky rings
I
and Guns 'N Roses crash
Used to smash crash parties like I was disturbed
Used to make plots against the herringbone herb
But now, all I do disperse
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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