Lyrics:
Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga, uh
Yeah nigga
Bust my gun all by myself
by and lose in tone, keen, unquantized, j dilla'd
as valvedrum, screw'd, dj'd, trade blue mud in whorl
gone blue, all gone off in all this infinite
but they call him Big PreZ
That n***a must got a ladder, That’s fast how he get up there?
Keep the fye on the pillow, I sleep ready
Don’t come by with
a Clarendon
Cause mi dressed in a black with Timberland beat uno black n blue like Milan
Boy haffi make a decision coz mi love my gun like religion
Sharp
say I'm down to earth, no asteroid(asteroid)
Chop wit a half moon take your life force
Blue hunnids in some skinny's like I'm Lipo'n(racks)
Horse power
what l gotta do
So l up my pipe a nigga die tonight, and l'm
Always waiting for the boys in blue.
Biggie boots on my ass now go'n right the
Cellular
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
You actin' way to childish
And bitch I'm to grown
Yea
Roses are red violets are blue
Hope that you know that I cheated on you
Heard what I said yeah
Roses are red and violets are blue.
Love is blind and I don't know what to do
With me you see that I have no fears
But when you leave me, all I can
I survived the dinner
Then the air went thinner
I retired to the briars by the pool, it gets so loud
If I die this instant
Taken from
Guns'n'Roses dude
You might as well get bored
'Cause you goin downtown sonny, you're drunk
So whatchu tryin to tell me officer?
You tryin' to tell me that,
Guns'n'Roses dude
You might as well get bored
'Cause you goin downtown sonny, you're drunk
So whatchu tryin to tell me officer?
You tryin' to tell me that,
to define me
The hick hop cowboy from the D A double L A S
So fresh in the contest
Rockin' stages like Guns N' Roses
I been flowin' since Madonna was
the ladies come quick
The money can't fit in my pockets
But I bet that gun fit
And I'm so unfit
'Cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't shit
boil
I'm a stunt the lil baby, yeah, spoiled
F*** n**** cannot be blood, he might as well be royal, blue
Shoot up the coupe
Pull up in Audi's
the wine
slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh!
Parade
Knock knock knock
With eviction notice
Not not not
Gonna get this hopeless
Wanting me to give up n lose my focus
Pa pa pa
Till I'm wit the roses
You're all I had (I miss you, Rose), you're all I had
At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself, talking to the moon
Fuck on a bitch,
a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun
I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs,
Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer.
That's the way I'm gonna be
the sauce and you niggas follow (hey)
F&n on me, all it hold is hollows (Yee, b-r-r)
I bring the sauce and you niggas follow (whoa)
I'm rich
Blue
of blue tips
Catch him by bad he a news clip
I get 'em popped for them blue strips
They tryna go live and get into it
I'm tryna slide and give it to him
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
I'm sorry that my eyes aren't blue
The guy y'all knew left high on the moon
With Little Boy Blue, and baby come too
Sometimes quite rude and crude
signin' off
I'm kickin' ass and takin' names
Late late late
Hook x4
[Layzie Bone]
She pulled the curtain
Fo' certain
We go'n leave these
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