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Yeah, yeah what y'all wanna do?
What y'all wanna do? C-l, ip, s-e, n-e-r-d
What y'all wanna do?

My coke money's in cleaners
Give it a fresh rinse

fucked I jus need to work out the kinks 
Bitch I'm flowin' like a sink n barely floatin' by I feel like I'ma sink
Ooh, Insanity I'm on the brink
Ooh,

Roberto Carlos,
Toujours galant j'la fais monter dans le carrosse,
Monte le son dans la Gova quand la vie n'est pas rose,
Ton plus grand ennemi dans la vie

C'mon make peace with your demons
Homie put down the gun
Silence is compliance
So quit biting your tongue

I can tell jus by the look in your eye
That you

restored 
The world that we transformed with guns and swords ey
Guns n roses sad faces n' poses 
Don't get lost between the lines and my energy combined ​
I

pioggia di novembre come i Guns 'n' Roses

Siamo arrivati fino a qui
Sì alla fine come in ogni cosa
Tu che dici non starò più lì
Io che me la prendo

Hanging on the wall?
Remember every t-shirt we stole
From the local mall? (Ace of Spades by Motörhead)
Remember Guns n' Roses came out?
We were standin'

had popped me a snack 
Went to da trap just to grab a few packs 
Hopped n da whip n 1hr go by hit da trap up again 
Place me an order 3days then it's in

N' Roses

I faint, cocaine
Lo sé, la usé, no pray
Losing, my way, my days
Frozen, my heart, my pain

El niñato, que no cree en la ley
O el retrato, el

Uh, yeah
Astons and Roses
I’m not here for exposes
(It’s me on the beat by the way)
Pain in my heart, pain in my head
Dying i want, living instead
I

Ain't no idolizing imma Demi God 
Got ya Goddess wildin like this idlewild 
I'm on autopilot playing ring a round da Rosey

Here's some roses for ya

Black Widow

Kool G Rap

The Giancana Story

2002

violence was brung
Regulated and balanced the slums
Brought in a cat with a talent for guns
Click quick to silence a Dunn
Convoys of black limos
Employs

n they try and fuck it
Niggas see a bad bitch ask her if she suck dick
Straight to the point i aint never try n front shit
Nigga tryna akt tough when

the time
Whole time it's me I killed
And my trigga fingaz itchin
Got that glizzy in the mixin n
Strum the trigga it get wicked
How you hold that gun that

was interessant net soos ‘n ander land, jy weet ons eerste aand was op ‘n hoopie sand
So uniek wat ons het dat ek 'n solo met jou duet

So het ons

What Ya Wanna Do?

Ice-T

The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech...Just Watch What You Say

1989

slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,

war
All these choppers in the crib
Look like a gun store
And the rose gold look like
Duck sauce in the Maybach
With a young broad why the fuck
Would I

on my Patek
Took them cuffs off totin' automatics
This the shit we get a rush for
All this rose gold look like duck sauce
In the Maybach with a young

' olives|bud a couple cold cans by the lake|in a country sorta way||I like Big Bucks 'n I cannot lie|a backwoods boy 'n a bottle of shine||I got street smarts

Pamiętam kiedy byłem małym chłopcem
Po lekcjach odpalałem Guns n’ roses
Byłem Slash-em albo Axl-em Rose-m
Skacząc po kanapie w wyobraźni grałem

Gatling-gun in der rechten Hand, catch a body wie'n Wrestler-Ami
Komm mit sechs Kanten wie das Hexagramm, Kopf durch die Wand wie ein Crashtest-Dummy
Zu viel

dentro tre molly
Rock'n'roll Guns N' Roses
Faccio splash sul mio collo
Faccio bih sopra un Cotral
Foto Fabrizio Corona corona re dell'emporio
Corona re

Empty the Clip

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls [Clean]

1996

a splurge on my kind
Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin' Bone
Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that

Rockstars

Bob Bissonnette

Rockstar

2014

rockstars à LollaPalooza

Du Guns N’Roses avec ben de la distorsion
Ça prend un solo de scie à chaine, pas du DJ Champion
Non à Tiësto,on veut de la guitare