Lyrics:
Le mani nella mista dai tempi dei tempi
Dai tempi di Bolo by Night (goodnight)
Tutti sanno la storia, cosa abbiamo fatto
Puoi chiederlo a chiunque
saddled the red horse coughed
Which lift up the whole Eastern
Seaport of New York
And crashed into part of La Cienega sidewalk
Which put the Beverly Center
And yes I always carry heat
I calm my nerves by smokin' weed
And yes I'm rockin' way too many
Tattoos than I really need
American flag's off in my sleeve,
write to this principle
I won't lie on an L, but I lie to the 12 (turn)
Used to lie in my cell, I was writin' my mail
Sat there by my gun and my bitch
gotta be a better way
You got to, you got to, you got to
You got to, you got to
Put the guns down, put the guns down
From Chicago to L.A
Houston,
puddles
Woke up in Nigeria
Kicked out America
Case of malaria
Shit got scarier
Got left with a gun and a Pitbull terrier
And a note from my dad said
wanna protect democracy by killing the civilians
Funding a militia and sacrificing millions
While we condemn Hitler but we celebrate Columbus
So If we
and cuddles
IED’s will leave bloody puddles
Woke up in Nigeria, kicked out America
Case of malaria, shit got scarier
Got left with a gun and a pitbull terrier
21
Stop by and have some fun
Say how ya doin', ya old son of a gun
Look at a photograph
Lord, don't it make you laugh
For all these changes
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
pumped up
you ain't anotha bitch I ain't goin' lie, put ya guns up,
show 'em who really runnin' the streets with the calicos
[Monoxide Child]
We
long
Men bu aka n'abu and okwa machine gun
Anyi mafuta aka n'elu ka o bu stick cut
Emi l'oba se
Enwe m right
My hitta hear me right
Its obvious my
long
Men bu aka n'abu and okwa machine gun
Anyi mafuta aka n'elu ka o bu stick cut
(Emi l'oba se)
Enwe m right?
My hitta hear me right?
Its
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
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
the man
Malaria and Cancer, various viruses and disease
Killing them by the millions but it doesn't solve the matter
If you can claim you're not guilty,
drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la
Who got hit with a slug by the hands of her gun
Left dead from a speeding bullet; she ain't mean to pull it
But being bullied by a boyfriend who beat
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
surface
To be committed by the CIA
Criminals in the army engage in war games
'cause we're living in the last days
Most killers make you hate
The world is
going on. And I'm as troubled by it as anybody else,
And I don't know any answers.
[TORI]
Happiness is a warm gun, happiness is a warm gun, Mama.
causing malaria
People can see me
And think what they think
Lately I offer zero
That could stink
No regards, let me
Drop by the ink
Deleting my stuff
What
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
cremisi, ho tutta la city che è dietro di me
Mischio le carte che voglio cambiare le regole al game
Step by step, rec in, play
Mi chiamano zen, tu chi sei?
.jpg/300px-Malaria_Parasite_Connecting_to_Human_Red_Blood_Cell_(34034143483).jpg "Malaria!")
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