Lyrics:
When big Taj decided to throw that magnum condom in the garbage bin
wrapped up in my head just like Osama Bin
Building confidence
Till the shit collapse
Gun fight gun fight gun fight
Got a demon on my shoulder he dont wanna do me right
I got angels on my head and they wanna take a flight
I be praying
Listen
Milly rock, slide
Jump in the whip then glide
Big wap thats by my side
Manna aim then let that fly
Milly rock, slide
Jump in the whip then
it
So pleez - yount wanna beef me cock back uzi
Back ta make peace yount wanna harm me
You fuckn with an army
We all got big guns tuck by the tummy
Me
A man in Havana
Packs a big cigar
With his loaded banana
He keeps one step outside the law
He knows that lots of
Sends the third man
Back stabbers in tha mothafuckin' place
Smilin' in my face
I got my hand on my gun
'cause they got me on tha run
Spice mutha fucin' One
I'm for
and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress
smiling and waving her gun
Picking off cheerleaders one by one
Oh, Buffy's pom-pom just blew to bits
Oh no, Mitzi's head just did the splits
God, my
blood
It's bringing you down, bringing you down
Livin' your life under the gun
Under the lights, you're feelin' the bite
Of big city days and big city
and blues
Ago blow like van fuse when mi tramp move
SLR, camouflage and mi timberland shoes
Confused by di sniper hand moves
Mi nuh fling big stone offa bwoy
I like to ride
I like to slide
I like getting high
I like to hunt with my gun
Nothing getting by
I like to move with the groove
I like getting fly
I
blowed, yes I gotta stay high
Big Snoop Dogg bitch, look up in the sky
It’s the number one smoker
Top Gun with the fire
Blowin on that kush so you
Know I
com-pete
Cause like this track, I got y'all beat
By like a hundred fuckin' points
I'mma have to celebrate and smoke
A hundred fuckin' joints, light up
I feel
Each character is represented by a different instrument of the synthesized
orchestra.
For instance, the part of Billy the Bird is played
by a flute,
have her back, she mine now
You too big for this lil bitty town
And it’s a shark filled ocean, don’t drown
She got a gun in her purse right now
Got
you down
My gun has a red nose but it ain't funny when we gotta clown you down
Hop in a Benz with a big ass stick if it's a problem we gonna gun you
They call me redneck, white trash, hillbilly
Big gun in the gun rack, come and get me
Yeah, they thought I was gonna fall off
(Hell naw) , now, really?
shit with the camo
Big ass shit bussing like rambo
Got big guns need ammo
Nice beat with piano
Can we pull up and hop out a lambo
Big duffel and it’s
as long as you feed me
I pull the big joints out as long as the TV
Or I can play my part and just breathe easy right
(By your side)
As soon as something
a big wall like I'm Donald Trump
I'm coming through with my mini-gun, gun
Dum-diddy dum diddy-diddy dum dum
I'm shot in the hiney someone revive me
streets they call it big choppa
My peoples used to go hunting when I was young
Probably the first time I seen the power within a gun
Deer on a roof
fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodeaux, Fontainebleau, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by
fruit jar and be gay-o
Well son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by
fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodeaux, Fontainebleau, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by
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