Lyrics:
Well, here sitta' high, gettin' ideas,
Ain't nothin' but a fool'd live like this;
Out all night, n' running wild;
Woman setting home with
and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen
n****
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
My definition of a thug n****
(Nobody's, closin' me out of my
Lost from a pure 'n strange taste
Can't even realize the time I waste
Cos you’re dancing in my head
Wrapped in guns and roses
All my blood
Is poisoned by
sister, her name was Lisa
And just like Lori, she's a real dick pleaser
My girlfriend's name was Michelle,
Her booty was bigger than a tale on a whale
and let's clear these n****z out
Ay ay man, wha**up n****?
Yo, well this Lench Mob n****!
[Gun shots]
Now clearin' em out meant casualties
roses
And make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk
Got a Guns N Roses t-shirt, and never listened to the band
Just being honest, I just though that shit looked cool
Hold up, do you know who I am?
I seen the whole world turn into a war zone (what?)
Ain't no love in the city keep your vest on (that right)
Guns 'n Roses, "Welcome to the Jungle"
my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh, my oh
Son of a gun we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Though I can tell you about it
But don't mind my gun by the bed
I feel kind of naked without it
And it eases the fear in my head.
Just pass me
[Drag-On]
Uh, let's go
Whoo! Drag-on, baby
[DMX]
Come on
[Chorus x 2]
My n****s is the n****s that'll ride with me
My n****s is the n
don't need no gun
But it's the 90's and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in
You should belieeeeeve me now
It's open season
You won't figure me out
Go back home
Stick to what you know
Stick to yer guns
And you can blow my
they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but
You know, when the wind is high,
And the storm gods race,
And I'll be snugged up
By my fire-place.
Maybe feeding my little dog,
Or playing with my
panties, they match my slips
Been through it all; I could give a narrative
No fiction, nah, we ain't no characters
I mean if I bust my gun, you gon' bust
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
Huh (walk my bare feet) huh (walk my bare feet)
Huh
App or you want my Zelle?
Now he trying to kiss me, but easy does it
N**** I need roses by the dozen
Nah fuck that, where them hunnids?
If you don't got
might need a chauffeur
Lean in my soda
So I'ma need a shoulder
Why you got your nose up?
I smell like Guns N' Roses
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I don't
up and down the line
Giddyup Giddyup Tally ho
Well my pappy ain't smart he ain't good at quizzin'
But one thing he knows is how to keep mama his'n
place,
'N I'll buy you a taste,
You can sit on my face--
Where's my waitress?
Burtram, Burtram redneck
Burtram, Burtram redneck
I'm an awful nice
****s is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now n**** truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
N****s dyin' by my
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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