Lyrics:
la, la la la la
Let you sing along
I was innocent and young
And you let it go to far
A tongue worse than a gun
Your words a bullet through my heart
outta this pain
Man I gotta get outta this town
Outta this town & out of L.A.
She's gotta gun
She got a gun she calls the lucky one
She left
If you want some you can get some
We can do it with the small or the big guns
Bout Whatever and whenever you
Want to do with this war shit we used
step
While I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the hammer
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
Cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
Now if
a vacation from this
Bullshit three ring circus
Sideshow of freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it
got a gang of shit, styles guns
My Uzi weighs a motherfuckin' ton
Bucking down one, bucking down two
Bucking down your crew, motherfuck' you
Pigs
[Ice Cube]
Damn G the spot's gettin hot
So how the f*** am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at n****z through a microscope
In L.A
Who got hit with a slug by the hands of her gun
Left dead from a speeding bullet; she ain't mean to pull it
But being bullied by a boyfriend who beat
cremisi, ho tutta la city che è dietro di me
Mischio le carte che voglio cambiare le regole al game
Step by step, rec in, play
Mi chiamano zen, tu chi sei?
to the trunk of his car (and what he get?)
He got his gun and they start runnin' hard
He started firing and then he just charged
(Blaow) Run, nigga, run,
Eve
Watching rain drops on my window pane (Mm hmm)
Oh winter rain (La-la la-la)
Oh winter rain
Memories of you keep flashing by
Breakfast in bed
Eve
Watching rain drops on my window pane (Mm hmm)
Oh winter rain (La-la la-la)
Oh winter rain
Memories of you keep flashing by
Breakfast in bed
stand
(I'm a man) Am I by
(I'm a man) I'm your slave
(I'm a man) I'm a little girl when we make love together
Hey, hey, hey
Jude, don't make it bad
Take
told you we gotta get gorilla on this one right here man
Take 'em to the zoo!
To the L.A. zoo, take these niggas to the L.A. zoo
Yeah nigga, 'bout
And the party stops
I wanna see you drop
So let em sing like la la la la
Oh, don't you know
They'd see us strung up by our throats
I won't let you down
The blood
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
Blow my brains out
(Brains out)
If nothing ever changes there's a way out
(Way out)
But plagued by hesitation what do you say now
(Say now)
Could you
The time has come to buy a gun and hold up
Raymond's shop
Looks like I will be goin' away
Goin' down la na na
Goin' down la na na na na
It's been
who held the gun
And with sightless eyes shot down the one
Called old Juan de la Cruz
The rest of our story now soft and clear
How half our daily bread
The time has come to buy a gun and hold up Raymond's shop
Looks like I will be goin' away
Goin' down, la na na
Goin' down, la na na na na
It's been
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
with the lil' fish
I hit today, by tomorrow, she miss it
I grabbed her neck, she look up then I kiss it
I'm not a GOAT but I fit the description
I
Baker, to handle their guns
(Ma Ma Ma Ma) Ma Baker, she never could cry
(Ma Ma Ma Ma) Ma Baker, but she knew how to die
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