Lyrics:
yard hit
Touch a pich fork, and my gun will click
So you say my raps are mean and uncalled for
Fuck you, and your mother's a whore
I'm cold blooded all I
a cowboy (Yeehaw, ridin', ridin' round)
I'm the talk of the town, I'm the cowboy (Let's go, let's go)
Kidnap, tie your ass down like a cowboy (Tie your ass
waitin' to die
A scared nigga, I even got you a suit and tie
Something suitable
Sledge hammer break down your nail cuticles
Nigga, I do the unusual torture
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
her top down, baby, she flies
Run run, with the fury of a saint in her eyes
Run run, ha-cha cha cha, bcby, she goes
With blonde hair and a gun
Smcking
Numbers that’s bad air
1 2 345 we starting breathing from 6
I’m saying your top 5 is a big mess
10 percent tight (tithe)verses dropping
I’m a mother
the gun smoke" livin in the fast lane
Flippin like you're insane
You won't stop until your blood
Runs down the street drain
I got an idea, give me a minute
It's goin' down. Yo the girl got a gun,
Best run. Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip,
And make a man understand where she's comin'
Lost in your own head
But then a knock at the door
Put down that drink
Your steps creaking the floor
Go and get the gun
Distract yourself from
hoes get the most, not the lesser
Pringlez so hard , don't need a Enzyte
Young nigga pimping like dolomite
Gun Hill road by the deli and im rolling dice
the things I feel
Straight quoted in nine-trey by the dime
Taking shit down we ain't like the price
He clutches the wine and tips it in cyonide
Plastics which
father, I'm your
I'm a big time nigga, not a bitch-flyin' nigga
Zip tie, nigga, don't try, nigga
Low patience, no fakin', I slip by, nigga
Get up in her
tié-quar, car
C'est fini le temps où, mon gars, tu pouvais tout
Contrôler, tout a changé surtout
Pose ton gun, mec, sinon c'est dix ans
Plus la mort d'un
goes
Another days gone
Hate to say so but I'm getting older
Day by day
Take off all your clothes
Stand up and wipe your nose
Cry for your daddy
Oh uncle please put that pistol down
Talk it over and tomorrow you can still be friends
So uncle please put your weapons away
Put away your gun live
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of babylon, trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion
Ooh la la la
It's the way
looking for someone to tie me up
Not tie me down now
Throwing my weight around
Knowing my way around a pounding
I'm just looking for someone to tie me up
ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer
da da da di I'm free got the butters
Got the green and got the tan got the whole enchilada.
Homie know I'm inside of your house,
Tie up your
got shit like up on in Attica
Guns ridiculous like Battlestar Galactica
What's this, want to insult my family?
La familia actin' like one of us goin'
LA LA
I won't stop
LA LA LA
I won't stop ou ooouuu
I'm praying for LA
Let me tell you bout the city where I'm from
You can loose your life just by
to your lair
Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war
Those who were sold out by a corporate board
Carry the casket
Never mind the gun spray
can be free
I want you, to come and tie me down
Down down down down
Domination is neutral and that's cool
I know you want me to be your favorite tool
Oh
at
Violating get you one in your throat
Still dating your heat, but me and my guns elope
When I die burry me with the totes
In case I run into a lil bit
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