Lyrics:
an album
Got another one coming
Making money off these n*****
When they try to play the
I messed up, let me try again
Baby girl, I don't know what you
yourself by the amount that's on your wrist
Over you do they reminice, I don't know but it's prevalent
Energies we bring's evident I just do this out
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen,
Verus
Vivre et vouloir beaucoup D'mailles
Pour échappé à la vrai vie yah
Je n'fait pas de feat
J'ai ton cul en photo
Le gun dans le fut
L'album n
Lost from a pure 'n strange taste
Can't even realize the time I waste
Cos you’re dancing in my head
Wrapped in guns and roses
All my blood
Is poisoned by
And the blind lead the blind
Notice that that's the opposite of the standard view about democracy
It's a game for the elites, ehh, it's not for the ignorant
whole styles up, I stuck to my guns
In one drag I'm blowing ‘bout 7 O's
Life's a b****, I had to 69 the h**
Tryna hit a lick in hopes a n**** might be
'envoie pas young guns pour
Qu'ça pump-pump comme à Compton
Je n'ai aucune peur des hommes
Donc je viens en personne
Don et malédiction
Un grand pouvoir
succumbed to distractions
All love is fatal attraction
N fake interaction
For the sake of being dramatic
Radio’s only play static
N all lethal guns can
flood
To save the lager from the guns and spillage of blood
See the English roses spreadin' through the land, but there's a wag-'n-bietjie thorn in
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot calling
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns 'n' Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot
)
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
[Intro]
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
[Nas]
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy
like you and recover
The life that I knew as a young'n
In pajamas and Dun-ta-duns
When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs
Dumb niggas like me never
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Pim se fokken lemonade Kauai en buzz no personality life in answering drugs
So klap jou fokken hande vir die moffies met guns
En kom siek Parow by die
You see I smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs"
I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
Three
The show gun with Shogun to testify
To show somethin'
We hold somethin' that electrifies
N-1 L-B, no one left behind, pause it
Where I grew up in the world
your forefathers land for a handful of Lincolns
Sitting big in ramallah while kids are dying in Gaza
Turn your guns on your people fear the almighty
vir die moffies met guns
En kom soek Parow by die bar as jy lus is vir 'n man
Eksie, eksie ou, eksie ou
Eksie, eksie ou, eksie ou (Hallo)
Eksie, eksie
for me
After you see my G-U-N, a pine box we will see you in
You can't believe it's me again, I B-I-G T-I-M-E
K-I-L-L very W-E-L-L
Go to Hell,
[Intro]
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
[Nas]
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
Discuss these by democracy album guns n roses Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In