Lyrics:
on me
Well I'm a high school grad I'm over 5 foot 3
I'll get a badge and a gun and I'll join the P.D.
They'll see
He didn't have to use the gun they
to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the motherfuckin' Bobcat
Ninety-three suckas want me to go out
Throw the ho out,
1, 2, 3, 4
You've got your mother and your brother
Every other, undercover, telling you what to say
(Say)
You think I'm stupid, but the truth
my life
And I just want to let you know
I've got my finger on the trigger
Love is in control
I've got my finger on the trigger
I ain't lettin'
and give her a hug
She was married to the man, he was a thug
His name was Lee, he drove a Z
He'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock
I was
for your most generous triggers
I'd have to give up knowing
And give up being right
You inadvertent hero
You angel in disguise
Now I see
At first it seems easy
I vow not to give up
Let 'em debase me
While keeping my chin up
'Cause I got the trigger but you hold the gun
How come you
featuring Ice Cube
The guppies dup dup dup
(Repeat dup dup dup 3X)
Verse 1 (Cube)
It's a feeding frenzy
with guppies all
(target)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (neutralize)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (trigger)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't
featuring Ice Cube
The guppies dup dup dup
(Repeat dup dup dup 3X)
Verse 1 (Cube)
It's a feeding frenzy
with guppies all
Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x3]
C'mon yeah [x7]
[verse three]
Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip
Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out
I'm
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Who buck wild with the trigger
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
I'll fuck your ass
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get wicked!
One, two, three and I come with the wicked
Style
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
Stackolee loaded cotton, weighed five hundred pounds
Carried along a Gatling gun, that drug him to the ground
He was a bad man, that mean old Stackolee
I'm completely 'round your finger
Say the word
I'll pull the trigger
I'd jump out a plane
Rob a train
I'm certifiably insane
For you baby
This is
Ah
Rolling down the hill, snowballing getting bigger
Explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched
trigger pullin'
that's how we be
loadin' clips then release
eight deep
in the three-hundred E
leather seats
and in the trunk artillery
up the streets
My own cliantell, 4 or 5 skails
That's why I done fucked lil
Mama about 4 or 5
It's Dolph, AKA the trigger man
Got a girl with her face in the pillo,
know by now
I know how to hurt someone
Been on both sides of that gun
Pulled the trigger anyhow
When I'm hurting someone else
I only hurt myself
One, two
Just say I'm sorry
It's not the hardest thing to do
Just say you're wrong sometimes
And I'd believe you 'cause I love you
Just say
O-o-o-o-my home is
O-o-o-o-ohio
Down by the river, near the burned down bridge
Pulled a .22 trigger and it bust my lid
I was eight years old when I
That trigger squeezin', shootin'
At all these motherfuckers
Breakin' on polices, fuck dinner trays
Got three covers straight out them trenches
Me and my
no, no, baby
1 |5/7 |
And the postcards you send would never (never) mend
B7d6 |6d7 5d7/7 7d7/#1
The pain in my heart when we're apart
|2-7 1/3 2-7/4
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