Lyrics:
on the motor cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la
get it) Tha Bricks don't fuck wit her
(Come get it) I represent Jers' till I die
Smoke on the la la la, la, la, la
[Lady Luck] (Redman)
(Come get
fulfillment, the Tech runs the building
Respect one's resilience, from threats guns and illnesses
This place is realness, it feels as if it's lifted
A bit sick
get up off my
A bitch is nuttin' we easily fuck it
And we possessed by the cash and these guns we bustin'...
though he don't react
When the gun is in his hand
Better have a team we gon' bit through
Mad crews even got your moms screamin'
"Them dudes is bad
first
(I hope they ready)
A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
Everybody know me, know me by Black
Black be smokin' weed mane, smokin' weed by da stack
Got dis, got dat, got swishers, got blacks
Got dat smoked out no
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
(uh-huh)
Oh, this is ladies night (uh-huh)
Oh, what a night (oh, what a night)
Uh, never the one, packin' a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that, lay
ella
La vi en la discoteca
Bailaba, como no tienes idea
First dance
Letra y composición: Jandier, Gun Records
Prod by: Gun Records
Arreglos: Gun
finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns
I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin
LA LA
I won't stop
LA LA LA
I won't stop ou ooouuu
I'm praying for LA
Let me tell you bout the city where I'm from
You can loose your life just by
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
K5, LAX, I flew by niggas
To live and die in LA, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga look, I said I flew by niggas
Westside when we ride, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga
oh)
(Eh oh, eh oh)
The world don't stop
Keep my guns pop guy
In my hood we get beat up by the cops
C'est la vie
The blocks too hot
We tryna
across seas on glaciers
Four shotguns that got fucked by Geisha
Still gracious, still able to twist out darts
Just grew tougher skin from swimming with
cream
Nigga, fuck bitches
Pussy lips, contraband for chips
Sold all kinds of shit
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips
Switched all kinda clips
50 raised,
it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
you, look through to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps
sur moi
Toujours en Louis V tu peux jouer aux échecs sur moi
Ouais Paris c'est magique, j'ai le pied gauche à Merlin
La chatte à la chatte à la sœur
a cage
At the end of a cul the sac
A coffee caravan
True guns and an acrobat
Two ghosts play in the dark
By the old piano after crossing the line
The radio
regulate the turf I stomp on
Everytime I see some I grabs me gun
Red rum red rum and Inglewood is where I be from
Boom boom bang on I bust back,
babacım kafam rahat hep
Sabaha çıkamazsak olur ya bir gün affet
Yalıyorlar ice cream, yalvardın by stream
Tutuyordum aksine içindeki nefreti s*kiyim
Takıntı
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