Lyrics:
don't recognize we been using it wrong
So I'ma break it down and put my game in a song
N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more
Black stars can
With a dozen roses in his gun rack
Junior pulled up into her side lot
He carried them up to the front porch
And hollered, "Wanda, look at what I
brains out
Stick to yer guns
Stick to yer guns
Stick to yer guns
And I'll be target practice
Stick to yer guns
Stick to yer gunnnnnnnnns
Go on n
I heard about the trouble they had
down on the farm
they say they lost all the white horses
and half of the corn
the woman of the house
she came
the street? That ugly ass gremlin?
Buy some sticky, you got the pillow
Here go some Black`n`Mild style, split it down the middle
What`s that? That Oakland
down
Roll up the carpet, red as rose
We should have known
How many walls can you put up?
How many guns 'til you feel safe?
How many times can we
bring their beer n all
N when the lights went out, a cheer rose in the air
Well, folks just got too civilized
Sparky's gatherin' dust
Cause no one
A cloud of grasshoppers
Rose from where we loved
And passed before the sun
I wondered what farms they would devour
What slave people would go free
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
I listened to "Patience" by Guns N Roses
Nothing's forever I forecast then foreclose
An illusion what I'm
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
down the block wit the Red Key
I'm wit my bro just like Swae Lee
Rock out all day- on the daily
Rock out like the Guns N' Roses
Pop out like the sun
To shake the ground
I'd beat it to the backyard and
I'd lay my Lincoln down
I'd signal to the engineer
He'd always let her blow
I'd count the cars, one by
And when, when they come home from work
Ooh, sittin' down by the fire, oh
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden
And when, when they come home from work
Ooh, sittin' down by the fire, oh
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden
up, knock 'em down
If looks could kill, they will
My body's fully loaded
And I got more ammo
Line 'em up, knock 'em down
If looks could kill, they
The Cadillac walk
Lonely late at night honey hear my call
She said boy I'm gonna make you crawl
Rita pound by pound
Knows how to work it on down
Weep
Old John Brown left Kansas before the blood had dried
And as he rode his head did shine like the sun in mid-July.
In a tiny farm house by Brunswick
Nothing personal, just another snack
'N Harley said you're better off sticking to your guns
Any fule kno that
Oh Moronica Queen of the Biz
And her
up to the farm
She was sittin' on the porch to get out of the sun
He stepped up on the stairs and looked her up and down
She saw his look and she
around look them mud eye gun 'em down
(That's how I hit 'em and) cool 'em off what the f*** is you hollin' bout
N****z be run-in wild) paid to strip
of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste
on the target, and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Ziegfeld, here I am!
I'm the greatest star
I am by far
But no one knows it
That's why I
done
And we're back out on the run
Fun how ev'rything was roses
When we held on to the guns
Just because you're winnin'
Don't mean you're the lucky ones
on the target, and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Ziegfeld, here I am!
I'm the greatest star
I am by far
But no one knows it
That's why I
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