Lyrics:
the dog in the sandlot
King of the rose Im the n***a with dem lamb chops
Ready to explode like shaking up a can pop
Puffy send a n***a for the cake then
n****'s stomping in my chucks
See I make it rain, dear, cause I'm all by my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her c***
And I put her in her
my)
Talk about it how they talk about it
You heard me in Peter Pan
Yea' they talk about me
Go n’ tell the world we at war
There’s no doubt about it
Go
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
Huh (walk my bare feet) huh (walk my bare feet)
Huh
station, where you get your gas.
Then there's Dixie Rose Deluxe's,
Honky Tonk, Feed Store, Gun Shop, Used Car,
Beer, Bait, Barbecue, Barber Shop, Laundromat.
Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh
Walked in with a new gun on me ya'll n****s thought I was playing
Ya'll n****s out here think you selling coke
You selling can
Thugga, my man
and shot me in the face
And blew me off the porch and blew my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh (haha)
Axe in hand, I rose like
wasn’t able to muzzle
In the game, I just tripled the double, I feel like I’m Russell
I rose from the rumble, my grind wasn’t subtle
Them n***** was
Guess you gone hide bitch
I ain't afraid of niggas kause I almost died twice
Once by my own hand and once by a knife
Niggas ain't shit kompared to my
a groupie
Promise you the world if you promise you gun choose me
Told you no Ropa but ya wearin yo pajamas
My lifes only meant for laying witchu in a Cama
it ain't nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying
by the laughter in Napa
So po’ some mo’ rosé in my glass bruh
The stressed is drowned out by the laughter in Napa
So po’ some mo’ chardonnay in my
N9ne with the chop, Midwest influence
That's congruent, payin' my respects
I'm never out of pocket
Name another young gun who is this polished
I spit
up for the gun sign
Nigga, two champagnes for a fun time
I walk in the corner with the money, on my finger
She might get it popping, I might wife
a better space lev-n-desh meditate
This ain't lemonade, all y'all minute made
Watch us eliminate, time to celebrate
Never been a fake, eat off my dinner
guns as guerrillas
You proberly don't f*ck with my music if you ain't a drilla
But i don't give a fuck nigga I ain't rose
Fuck them hoes
Let the fake
Bitch you better
Bitch you better
Bitch you better run bitch
You better run bitch
Right behind you with that gun
When these cuts are from the rose
Вона слухає Земфіру та Guns n Roses
По щоках її біжать на подушку сльози
А я співаю їй пісні переплутав такти
Безнадійно закоханий романтик
Вона
shoutin' out there
Girls popping out of nowhere
Coming over to the party
Gonna party like a rockstar
Live it up like Guns N' Roses
Gonna raise the roof
Feel
hang'n with killa's been bang'n
at niggas cause it's my life nigga drive-bys niggas
miss'n mane GOD with cha lil hard niggas smell bullshit
from a mile
I was down bad had to get off my ass as a man a n**** ain't gone never give ya nothin
I had put to down da books and I walked to da trap n**** had da
)
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
[Intro]
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
[Nas]
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy
me now Now
Waiting for my time
Starting Now it's just the count Down
Aiming for the sky
Too high they can't shoot me Down down
I'm a rose that rose
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