Lyrics:
V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin', raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just
Justify what is right
12 gauge justice
Right or wrong
This city's gone to hell
12 gauge justice
Right or wrong,
This city's gone to hell
Cops
against the world with my 12 gauge about to bust
No love, I got no love or trust, It's me against the world with my 12 gauge about to bust
No love, I got no
12 gauge on me and I keep it on the hip
On the other side I keep extra clip
These warning shots make a nigga do the skip
Aim it at your head tombstone
out of fuckin spite
Blood so cold you see the people getting shot in pure daylight
Comin from the morgue with my motherfuckin 12 gauge
Rest in peace yo
up, lock it up (trap)
12 gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up (boom)
Look out lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance
That ain't my dick, that's a stick in my
engaged
Turn blowouts to 360 waves
How this 12 gauge feel sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n'
dippin with money L in the green beamer
Sippin Zima's, on our
on sprained ankles I’ll just regenerate,
That’s why 12 Gauge stimulate minds, and innovate!
Chorus Repeat x2 (Slowly fade out second time)...
Bang on the dark side man,
Land ah the thuggish ruggish city will it reveal,
But I went back to my land with ah 12-gauge Mossberg pump
Big shells, you
darkside man... Bang on tha darkside man,
Land of the thuggish ruggish city, will it reveal?
well I went back to my land with a 12 gauge Mossberg Pump, big
pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead L.A. Times front page
-Chorus-
(Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't
fins
Blue bands
Blue whip would’ve been odee if we had blue tents yeah
Loose pants Shit spread out goose hands
Gods plan
I used to ride wit a 12 gauge
the fat brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda
brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with
this shit
Y'all niggas still engaged
Turn blowouts to 360 waves
How does 12 gauge feel sittin' on ya tongue
On ya lips 'n'
Dippin' with money L in
Don't hit my jack no no way before 12 am
Don't hit my jack no no way before 12 am
Okay Okay let me talk to ya
I got a freak calling me a freak
Need
bitches!
I love my freak bitches!
Skip the small talk, get right to business
Only one drink then we left the club early
I met her at 12:00, butt naked by
rifles and Tecs
And breakin' niggas' necks like bad checks
Outrageous with 12 gauges, 'L.A. Times' front pages
Leaving mingled bodies hangin' on stages
tight i'm gripping
That trigger finger itching, uhh
It goes... uh huh
It goes down in the south
The 12 gauge in the house
The sharp blades in the house
grab that 12 gauge
Cause that's the only way a niggaz gonna get paid
I'm on my way to my old bank
They know me real good and they don't think that I'd
grab that 12 gauge
Cause that's the only way a niggaz gonna get paid
I'm on my way to my old bank
They know me real good and they don't think that I'd
coming ta serve ya
Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking)
Number one assassin
Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-gauge eruption
Let loose
a 57 chevy barelare its the class, with them 12 inch woofers beating out of my rear glass
Definition of a hustler webster name me I'm the best to ever
bitches rollin wit me (slut em out!)
Every where I go
Freak bitches rollin wit me
12 bitches on the yacht
Out here shakin ass
Espolon every where
Bitches
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