Lyrics:
you by my side
Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin'
Please don't leave me, girl (don't you go)
Ain't too proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't
one
You ain't gonna
Throw me off my land, not
Me or my goats or my shotgun
Then she leveled her 12-gauge
With a blast, she sent 'em packin'
Go
swerve. Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask
And shells, to put in this 12 gauge sawed off, get em' all off, nigga yo'
Loss, take it all off, got
I've got twelve gauge shotgun waiting on the other side
So don't go pushing me against my will
I don't want to have to fight you but I dern sure will
Misdirected girls in town just a layin' down by a pool.
Check the scene check all 'round
Be sure 'n act a fool.
You don't even know your name.
the club with my nephew Kell
Twenty-five girls in the Dogg cartel
And they do what the Dogg say gifted or walkway
Pimping on them all day can't you tell
1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T
That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats
You girls look so sexy
I wish you all were up here with me
to me
That 12 gauge over n unders the best damn thing
Ever happened to me
So daddy gave it to me
In the fall of 16
Said here you go ole son this is what
and fear
And so we walk from year to year
Believing in each other as we do
Bravely marching forward two by two
Boys and girls like you and me
Walk
Damn, girl, with your sexy ass, haha
Let me holla at you
(D.A. got that dope)
It's one of those kinda nights
Yes, this beat's takin' me back
there
I wanna go crazy! with you girl
I need a go need a fuckin' go
Celebratin' life to the max with a suicide girl
I wanna go go now go
Celebratin' life
murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Dear Mr. Ouija
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get
I hurt your feelings
And you hurt mine, girl
But I still love you
More than anything in this world
You got me crying, girl
I'm going blind,
spread the word
Light the bonfire then call the girls
The king in the can and the Marlboro man
Jack and Jim were a few good men
Where you learn how
you Dainy more than living itself
Even though my friends tell me she ain't good for my health
When I go pick her up they tell me put her back
be the jumper
12 Gauge I call her rage and love to pump her
Let off a few shots clap clap dump her
And now I'm sitting in my coupe
System banging
pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead L.A. Times front page
-Chorus-
(Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't
the misty morning fog with
Our hearts a thumpin' and you
My brown-eyed girl
You, my brown-eyed girl
Whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow?
Going
Little girl don't you want to stay?
I want to be your lover man
All by myself
All by myself
I don't need no one to love you
I'm gonna love you
murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Dear Mr. Ouija
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get
spread the word
Light the bonfire then call the girls
The king in the can and the Marlboro man
Jack and Jim were a few good men
Where you learn how
Now honey, how fast you wanna go, NASCAR driving Miss Daisy.
Radio loud, radio low, or I can sing if you want me to baby.
I can tell God's smiling down,
The wild, Gotham
The Wild West
Ha ha, ride
All you see is the sun, reflecting off of the gun
Ready for the showdown, that go down at one
Sweat
Hehahahaha
You couldn't have possibly thought
This is a shit went to another go to hell
Uuhhuh uuhhu Fatalveli da fuckin' blazz
Uuuhhu Killa Kadafi
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