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back what I'm gonna do
Then I had a vision, I'm driving through the night
California, Los Angeles, I'm alright
I ain't got to worry, I ain't got to doubt

Not in LA
But it's okay
Gotta escape
Somethings in the way
Gotta get away
Get the hell up out NJ
JC is where I lay
But LA is the place
Place place

week I got a mil'
Its Young Money, open the bar
If you dont know who we is, I bet they know who we are
No Kelly just NO and LA
Come to fuck shit up

Herb by the pound, pay the cutter every month
Meditation is di highest, pass mi chalice
Real ganja baby inside Buckingham Palace
New York to West

Megalomania (Herbert Mullin)

Church of Misery

Master of Brutality

[SONGS & LYRICS BY TATSU MIKAMI]

I'M SAVER OF THIS EARTH - TOTAL CALAMITY
WE NEED A SACRIFICE - ORDER FROM ABOVE
GO OUT AND KILL ALL BASTARDS
I

want the world and you want it now, oh my, oh my
Life's a bitch each pearlative as time slips by

Under the gun, you call that fun, slip into neutral

Big Poppa [2005 Remaster]

The Notorious B.I.G.

Ready to Die

1994

mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got

by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted

America Hot Hot
Make America Hot
Make America Hot Dot Com
California is hot
La Florida is hot
Make America Hot
Make America Hot Hot Hot
Little by little we

Ain’t going back, ain’t going back
Taught by the G’s from the C’s how to make it stack
And taught by the man how to give it back
Lost my dad but that man

Can't believe that you have kids, now
I took a little trip out to Cape Cod
I sat out by the rocks
I think I met the Lord
By the bay
Found my way
by

Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how

nueva ola. 

Fotos para Nike y Adidas, yah,
No me importa mas lo que digan, yah, 
En la mochila hay dope, uh, guns y tambien medicina, yah.
CDMX, woah,

greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3

little brown bones
La with your pink and gold /Is the driver still alive
La orange blossom grove /are there guns inside
La oh La /Is Sarah by myside
La oh

the circuitry of thrown derivatives reimagined  
in new rain, and wonder will that drown them  
in our endless drowning? ain't big mama's edgy  
bread, o las

Yea I saw you in California Aye
Ran into you down by San Francisco Bay
You looked so glad, kissed by the sun
An Alcatraz Island type securing love

Mama!

I think they coming for my freedom
They wanna gun me, desert eagle
A bunch of egos, I don't feed 'em
Know they gon' love me then they leave

Intro

Blac

Blac 2 Da Bone

2001

Holocaust, I'm met up wit him in the crack spots
Branches and skulls, straight razor lyrics, California
Guns and begonias, burns you like ammonia
West Coast

Intro

Daize

Same Daize Different Time

2000

Holocaust, I'm met up wit him in the crack spots
Branches and skulls, straight razor lyrics, California
Guns and begonias, burns you like ammonia
West Coast

Even when they flew me out to LA
You stuck by my side
And even when you knew i wasn’t ok
You told me i would be alright
Through these darker times
I

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

Hip 2 Tha Skeme

The Coup

Genocide & Juice

1994

We just got money on the dank
And when we got fresh rims we on top
On top of what when the kitchen's table's on hock?
Gun on cock but we seen it in

LA (ugh)
Like back in LA
Where they ride slow
She don't want fame no (ah)
She don't want fame
That's a passing ghost
Watch your life pass-by
Grab