Lyrics:
heart at all
(no, no, no heart at all)
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker
She taught her four sons
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker, to handle their guns
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma
ella
La vi en la discoteca
Bailaba, como no tienes idea
First dance
Letra y composición: Jandier, Gun Records
Prod by: Gun Records
Arreglos: Gun
LA (ugh)
Like back in LA
Where they ride slow
She don't want fame no (ah)
She don't want fame
That's a passing ghost
Watch your life pass-by
Grab
Even when they flew me out to LA
You stuck by my side
And even when you knew i wasn’t ok
You told me i would be alright
Through these darker times
I
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
la collina è un classico
If u come lookin' for trouble boy u gonna find some
If u come lookin' for guns yea u gonna find one
If u thinkin' ya're
Santana
Ah ah, oui oui
On aime les loulous
Mi love badman
Mi love guns
An pé pa trennen èvè pussy
Cause mi love thugs
Yenki big money
No nigga Broke
to the trunk of his car (and what he get?)
He got his gun and they start runnin' hard
He started firing and then he just charged
(Blaow) Run, nigga, run,
Why do we get judged by the color of our skin
Black, White, and Brown, but we All American
They want us divided that's the
Only way they win i just
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa la la la la la la la
La
It's that time of year of joy
All the girls and boys garner new toys
This time when I
died I still want my money
I ain't trippin' by that bitch, my Glock go la-da-da-da
He was wolfin' on the net, my chop said la-da-da-da
He ain't pay me
a truck driving son of a gun
Well I've drove down every highway
From L.A. to Bangor Maine
And I've eat in every truck stop
I know each waitress by her name
from East Los)
So you better get to steppin'
Yeah we the West Coast Weapons (Hella Guns, Hella Weed Smoke)
The East Los Connection
Yeah we the West Coast
L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
Cos we coming from
like la, la, la, la
From the same city as the B-I-G
Wanna serve these bars, gotta see ID
Now I'm on their radar, where it beat I be
Was a slave for
'Wanna go to the John, I've 'gots to run it by her
She got me running scared like the music from Cher from the seventies
Sometimes she try to hit me once
The La La Song
La la la
La la la
Imagine you and me for so long it's been a dream but now it's come to be
Living in a house surrounded by another
learnin'
Guns bustin', tyres turnin', that's a Russian and a German
That's your phone ringin', you can hear the beep
You won't be saved by the bell when
We got guns and and we got roses, we step like "uh la la"
N'fakt si nihet zoni, rahat-ta-ta-ta
We step like "uh la la", we step like "uh la la
Desde que murió el papá
Miran al hijo vendiendo en la acera
Ven acá y ahora tú verás
Que en la calle no tuve más
Hoy se volvió millonario
Eso es lo
Stance means I get shit
Regret quick and change to some vex
Tick, balled up, sittin' on some hurt
Got you swallowed up you live by the gun
The same shit
a switchy gun
Switchy, switchy, make him do a dance, I know he pissed his pants
Simi automatic, I turn it fully it's a box on the back of my gun
Oh he havin
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
them busters know we 'locotes' for ever
Trying to come up in this game by slang'n the sticky 'loquera'
So if you're looking for 'la guerra'
Don't get
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