Ludacris, 4-Ize, D E what you want now now now now Check it You see I live a life filled with chicken and Malt Liquor And women that are real life scratch 'n
Had I had a fucking gun I would shoot your ass and run I'm already off n'gone I'm in immigration Find a reason to relax Don't you know about sex 'Dout
their beer 'n all 'N when the lights went out A cheer rose in the air Well, folks just got too civilized Sparky's gatherin' dust ?Cause no one wants to touch a smokin' gun
and guns, I keep a gun in my whip Nigga, me without my gat is like bein' in a blue Benz In front of a thousand bloods with Mac tens Or a red rose in
its gold ye, they want it, ten a ki' so I proach me eight I'm straight, going back to N.O. and show love Sprinkle rose in the hood, they goin' think it
More and more beneath, instead of growin +express yourself+, was said by n.w.a. So stop givin trouble a play Because those who chose to oppose never rose
n-gga Game LA still the same but these hoes, done change champagne bottles in both hands Rose dont spill the whole thang girls swallow, blow like Chicago n
section, givin' them niggas quick trips to Heaven Straight murder with the unheard-a, lyritifical Beneficial that you never pursue the issue The ninth initial thought as to rip the bits 'n
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up Whenever
of Man used to rule like King Tut' We could battle til you're bankrupt, fill your tank up Come and see me from my practice, the young baptist With a gun
to (be) Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him Don't get close to him Shootouts and nothin but rock n roll to him Leave your blood on the dash, call it rose
ask, thats my gun that?s my weed, anything you need I?mma take, I?mma take, I?mma take this one for the team one fat ass, one flat ass n-gga hit the
niggaz burgundy, put 'em to surgery Go kill they family like the shit was a urgency S.P. is back, call the state of emergency Nigga get the N-G-O's, shit
?est le JT de Roselmack Bantousard music, banlieusard Qui sait, j?finirai peut-etre ma carriere au Cap d?Agde Air max requins, un max africain Les MC s?sapent en rose
(feat. Alan Wayne) [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I was chillin with a bitch and I was notcing she was so sadistic Wanted the Nina to bite on her nipples and twist
[Tech N9ne:] I didn't wanna fucking do this song, for real But I wouldn't be real if I didn't [Tech:] I be sittin by myself and thinkin, mamma what have
brain bitches Will have you stressing Using Rogaine Didn't chill with her Deal with her N9na had to get Ill with her Trick tried to kill Mrs. N9NE So
bring their beer 'n all 'N when the lights went out, a cheer rose in the air Well, folks just got too civilized Sparky's gatherin' dust 'Cause no one wants to touch a smokin' gun
