Lyrics:
shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your
They sell posters of girls washing cars and unicorns and stars
Guns and roses album covers
They've got most of the barney dvds coffee mugs and tee's
to school together
Man, I got your number from Heather
She said you sell guns
I got beef I wanna see what you got
And if I like it I'll cop
Damm nigga, you
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Pal stuff Panu dziękuj
Amstaff z klanu szejków
Jak stal argumentów
21 Gramów Szad yo
taps
Or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots
My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots
I bang bang bang to the air now ya dead
It was a black
on my Nikes dope
Whole world hopes it could feel this fly
Pajamas includes a gold chain try to pull it get embarrassed
Titanium under these carats
Gun by
I was young, and 21
When they held a gun to my head
They yanked me out
By the cross around my neck
Shot the drunk kids in the back
Of my car
ch,
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are
Al-ways have my gun and my G from 2-1
It's Cerritos but you don't hear me though 'cause you don't really know
About the you-know, I'm Cerritos, silly ho
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
shot my
First 22 when I was 9
21 gun salute and my soldiers killed 20 of
Your troops at a time
And I got about nine teens on
The corner fucking with
that Mac (boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon' pay you back (pay you back) (21, 21)
Leave 'em with some real rich niggas that'll get you wet (get
from my tears
As the water had start to flood on my eyes
I know it gotta be hard being 21
Doing time in the pen and your Gram's old
Your brother's
there's nothin' to gain by assumin'
I'ma say the definition of my name- the truest
I shocked 'em like real bullets in prop guns
Creep with baddies in
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
Weed 'em out
one by one
Corporals gun
in my lawn
And all the motion
Breeds commotion
Figure stands
Upright plans
Sister's hand
Ten-foot brands
'em now, down to your bitch
Nigga you sick, fronting like you tougher than what you are
'Til the gun is coming through the driver's side of your car
Will I make it to see 21
If I rap about the sex and the drugs. alcohol, poppin slugs
Will I make it to see 21
Cuban link around my neck
Up in
a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411
know me as a fighter jet
Ball king, dive in with my (?)
Bout to feel five for real, never swept
21 gun salute for the soldier
For my fallen soldier
side LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it see known,
a elephant
I move cars like spinnin rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
because it's hypocritical, nigga, you got guns
You surrounded by gangsters and killers, all your niggas
Like, the fuck is you talkin' about?
Nigga, talk
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