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gasoline The church of matches Grows fat by breathing in the smoke of dreams, it's quite obscene Books are burning, more each day now And I pray now,
The church of matches Grows fat by breathing in the smoke of dreams, it's quite obscene Books are burning, more each day now And I pray now, you boys will
yeah We just be mile high clubbin' I'm on a thousand miles runnin' Hit it, go downtown Sunday Then move it uptown Monday Don't wanna see you by
jails In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
be the jumper 12 Gauge I call her rage and love to pump her Let off a few shots clap clap dump her And now I'm sitting in my coupe System banging
And nothing's gonna turn me round Don't turn around, give it to me straight I'm on my way and nothing's gonna shake me I'll hold my ground Wild horses won't
I'm losing power and I don't know why Not really sure if I'll live or die I want to leave but I can't get away It's a strange sensation Out
hit nigga this a fucking hit Send a nigga home full clip, traumatized by the whole trip Boatload full of cocaina Got some wolves 'round and some
yeah We just be mile high clubbin' I'm on a thousand miles runnin' Hit it, go downtown Sunday Then move it uptown Monday Don't wanna see you by
getting stronger Don't you fight it till you've tried it Do the conga beat Everybody gather 'round now let your body feel the heat. Don't you worry if you
every crime known through the equator They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge
(that you want it) I can tell just by the way you push it out and flaunt it, you bad (flaunt it, you bad) Somethin' like Dirty Diana Body dope
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it Plus I still got a crib on Brazil I ain't never holly that but I Got a Maserati in it
Even when he makes the rounds There's been no two ways about it High summer's got him low down Checked in to the tiny village by the lakeside
You call me up at six, come 'round, undressing in my house again Your t-shirt's on the floor, yeah we're undressing in my house again You know just
While some become pearls. Elvis was the only man from Northeast Mississippi Who could shake his hips and still be loved by rednecks, cops
Kevlar fucking vests And fucking hollow point rounds Going on a rampage With a stolen 12 gauge Going on a rampage A bloody fucking rampage Going
prison, as the world turns As the world keeps turnin' round and round (My niggaz grow and grow and grow) It's gon' be goin' round (And gettin' dough
jails In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
while you can, hold me while you can I'm now skintight Are you 'round? Come by Cutie pie, all mine Attitude, my type Who could've thought? It's not
had it Duck behind metal doors Bullets flying by my head Everybody better hit the floor I'm spraying twelve gauge lead
lined up around the block (ooh, 'round the block) Ain't no tellin' what I might try (ooh, oh) Way too lit, we back outside Shake it (shake it), shake
to a mole It's like a nigga been here before, shit is a bore My thoughts soar in the AM Slay them like a machine round the clock with the 12 gauge aim
gonna start it again (start again) The way she always by the ten And the men's outside and they can't get in Damn they're so spectacularly See so much
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