Lyrics:
Gotta get your bands up
Juicy get the sack like santa
In a white range rove with the cannons
Livin like tony montana
Balling like an athlete
And I ain’t
rosy cheeks would spoil.
Where the cannons they do rattle, when the bullets they do fly,
And the silver trumpets sound so loud to hide the dismal
and the cannons used to roar
And his eyes turn sorta misty
And his heart begins to glow
And he takes his hat off slowly...
To the men of Alamo.
without you
[Chorus]
I aim my cannon at you ready or not
You're gonna feel my pain, like it or not
You've got your debts to pay
And you are one
Popping in the wind like an angry cannon ball
The holes of history are cold and still,
But they smell the powder burnin' and they probably always will
a cannon ball now to take me down the line
My bag is sinkin' low and I do believe it's time
To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she's the only one
Who
with one cannon
Get up and drive all night
So you can sink your teeth in my side
You can take me for a fool
But I'm not willing to lose
She can hold my
that doesn't mean I'll handle with care
It's undefeated
You love to see it
Come and watch 'em underestimate the glass cannon
Flight or fighting
Fawn
of mind
Has got to feed
I can chase
The night away
For only so long
It's a war inside
To hold it all at bay
Just another loose cannon
My mind seems to be
a shotgun blast, a kick in the ass
So paranoid, watch your back
Oh my, here we go
Another loose cannon gone bipolar
Slipped down, couldn't get much
Aaah, get the burner, uhh, the burner, let loose the cannon
Blood drippin, slippin off my planet
Man, the panic, funkmode
Mechanical mix flows
Popping in the wind like an angry cannon ball
The holes of history are cold and still,
But they smell the powder burnin' and they probably always will
(Cannon, Cannon)
Yeah, doughboy, this is the official hustler's anthem (ayy)
You gettin' money? Throw it in the air
Guess who's bizzack?
New Celene, Mary jeans, red laser on the beam
Got the switchie on the (Cannon, Cannon)
Diamonds dancin' while I'm walkin'
Out the mansion
And I still
drei-ing! Cannons blaze, firing!
Everyone, dying before the murine corps!
This is war!
I don't know what I've been told
(i don't I've been told)
Devils gonna
New Celine, Mary jeans, red laser on the beam
Got the switchie on the- (Cannon, Cannon)
Diamonds dancin' while I'm walkin' out the mansion
And I
me
Sister well I declare
Have you seen the like
Their walls are built of cannon balls
Their motto is don't tread on me
Come hear uncle john's
A loose cannon can't you tell
you're gonna get a lesson he'll learn you well
back off and stay away from him
outside you're going down
and how ya
rhapsodical and fair
And all our hearts afire the sky ablaze with cannon fire
We all raise our voices to the air
To the air
And above all this folderol
a brick, or a gun, or a stone
[Chorus]
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
There is blood
Weighting over ten feet tall
Feet of clay, head of gold
Middle made of cannon balls
Rumour has is swallowed whole
Mineral, without a soul
You can scratch around in clay
You may kill to find a conscience
But to him that not a way
Oh, someone's got to love you
There's a cannon in your
a bitch, never switches my motto
And if you disagree with me watch out for my hollows
Booyaka, booyaka, that's the sound from a cannon
Ouick to leave
nigga, whole verse be talent
Tell the truth, right now, I'm a cold with a cannon
On the West Coast, big blood, no Mac 10
All we do is shit, off
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