Lyrics:
And the cops on the Chesapeake
We travelled the Leadville Narrow Gauge
In the days of Cripple Creek
We drifted down through sunny Cal
On the rails
One life, live it, right now
One life, live it, yeah
Goodbyes, that's life
Fun times, for life
For life, from down my eyes
Thank God I'm free
bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young but still a
Victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
for you
Each night at nine around closin' time
He drops by to say hello
We sit down and talk and go for walk
It gets just as far as it goes
for you
Each night at nine around closin' time
He drops by to say hello
We sit down and talk and go for walk
It gets just as far as it goes
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
Millimeter Ruger
16 shots, hollow points will go through ya
and this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossburg kid,
two shots and you can wet like half
we lost it somehow
Let's get it found
Strip it down, down, down
I wanna drop this cell phone now
And let it shatter on the ground
They ain't
scalp cowboys, now how that sound for you?
Yeah, boy, you know we're 'bout to put it down for you
So kick your shoes off in the foyer, have a sound
this motherfucker
With a helm a front 12 gauge
Pump and flip this Daffy
Duck deal and none of y'all fuck with the kid
I had 'em hooks to hang 'em pigs
goes down
Well, you know what's wrong with the world today
People done gone and put their Bible's away
They're living by the law of the jungle not
happened next
Another bitch came by to give me sex
It was kind of strange I was thrown off
The last bitch got her head blown off
But fuck I ain'tsta
the diamonds, geechie dub shinin'
Ninety-seven sport drop Benz, gettin' mine
You can hate and catch the tip of the blade of my sawed A-K
It's West coast mafia
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain
Make your shit splatter
Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter
after the hit, leave you
of perversion, fuckin bitches on Persian rugs
Washin niggas like detergent, it's the surgeon
Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge
Front page, "Daily
katty from over Cincinnati
She a tell me say the last time me slap it she so happy, say she
Can't forgot it the way me wippy and me wappy
Like a 12
raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one,
bust it
They came in late
I see em walkin' down the street
They bumpin' this dope tape
Before you come around me
Lookin' for protection
I'm lettin' em
on my brow, let's settle it now
I'mma show you how real cowboys get down
I'm polishing gold, waiting for this drama to unfold
I got a blunt rolled
by day
Go down in di ghetto and hear what the people a say
One good thing
When it hits you feel no pain
One good thing about music
When it hits
goes down
Well, you know what's wrong with the world today
People done gone and put their Bible's away
They're living by the law of the jungle not
guage mossberg
The nigga said "yo, what's for sale"
And the bitch came out with a bag of ya-yo
She made the drop and got the 20 dollars
From a smoked
[Ghostface Killah (Scarface)]
Yeah, this Tony Starks
Scarface, yeah, we about to switch faces
(It's goin' down) Yeah Kay Slay
(Right here, right
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