Lyrics:
the ring he's in the vestibule
Betty and Barbara and Jeanie and Jane are yackity-yackin' with Joan
About some things that Anthony told her over
take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
Forty one shots, they cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
stopped off in the vestibule
Every time that bell would ring
Catch me playing with my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, I want you
the ring he's in the vestibule
Betty and Barbara and Jeanie and Jane are yackity-yackin' with Joan
About some things that Anthony told her over
side
Forty-one shots cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body
In the vestibule praying for his life
Is it a gun? Is it a knife?
Is it
I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual
Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew
In money makin' it's how we do
I be smokin' roaches in the vestibule
In
me, test my aim?
Y'all niggas nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat
yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique
Got these vestibules designer niggas in they whips
Jumpin' out they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman
The Captain touched his swagger stick
Up to his golden eye
And boogied through the vestibule
While bidding us goodbye
The enemy surrounds us
to the other side
41 shots, they cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is
mother took me to grammar School
But I stopped all in the vestibule
Every time that bell would ring
Catched me playin' with my ding a ling
Once I was
the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
pur-sang
Qui ne sont que bâtards
Fausse ma particule
Fausses mes collections
Qui dans le vestibule
Forcent l’admiration
Mes bijoux sont factices
Ainsi que
through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It
through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It
through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It
your name from the vestibule
Lifeguard
Lifeguard save me from life
Save me from life
Save me from life
Save me from the ails and the ills,
heights, plains, peaks or valleys
Entrances, exits, vestibules and alleys
Windin' roads that test the firm nerve
Fortune or fatal behind the blind curve
Hello hello hello hello
Every anywhere heights plains peaks or valleys
Entrances exits vestibules and alleys
Winding roads that test the firm nerve
Thinking your album is trash is not the root of economy
So you're expecting the conscious and introspect of use
Each of lyrical vestibule, let me tell you
pur-sang
Qui ne sont que bâtards
Fausse ma particule
Fausses mes collections
Qui dans le vestibule
Forcent l’admiration
Mes bijoux sont factices
Ainsi que
the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun? Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet? This is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret, my
the destitute before I leave this vestibule
Between the heavens and the seven circles
Where some dead homies maybe rest, I plan to resurrect a few
I press
to leave and come bring me back revenue
Gettin' paid down down down to the decimal
Medical vestibule, I'm so professional
My life's a fesitval, I'm just
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