Lyrics:
Shoulda knew yo ass was fake from the jump
From the gate was just a snake inna slums
Tryna do the right thing
How tf you gotta Cape n a gun
But iss a lotta
skin
Color is just the surface, don't take my soul please
Years goes by, of course year went by
Somewhere in the west, Cali N.W.A
Screaming fuck the po,
the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun
the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun
this statement
It's not about East or West
It's about n****z and b****es
Power and money, riders and punks
Which side are you on?
Gun c***ed, six
You could take apart the bombs
You could plant them on the farms
Make a garden out of what-do-you-supposey?
And tend it like a little red ro-ro-rose
wicked Felina, the girl that I love.
So in anger
I challenged his right for the love of this maiden;
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
weather
Floods
Dogs and friends so dear to you
Protected by hidden firearms
Cultural desire farms
Informing us what to want
How to want it
How we need it
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
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
the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun
100 rounds
You can be big and get killed by a kid with 100 pounds
Tell me N***a how it sounds
In the wrong town don't be play a clown
Or they'll put you
trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion
What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
friend
Of a man who sells cars second hand
Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the Harbor
There by the port just outside Amsterdam
Everyone shares in
a smile on me
Played with Guns n' Roses by the time that I was 23
Yes, there ain't no rock n' roller alive that was rock n' rollin' enough for me
Yeah,
and knocked my fence down just the other day
Tore up my yard and hauled my lawnmower away
Shot out my windows with the BB gun
A buggsy down the street came
and his elbows
And now Young T's down and Shiro's gun's empty, he's shot his last round
Shiro's trapped in, it's all fucked for him now
Kyron's got
hate me, b****es in the head beatin 'em (So)
N****s wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherf***er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
consist of
Bank bud the brew and the bitches
And the bustas never could hang nigga
Hook x4
[Flesh~N~Bone]
Now he better lay down
Test me boy
I
the rose garden, silently run by the mortician, silently run by the radio station, silently run by the dancing dragon nightclub, silently run by the sleeping
friend
Of a man who sells cars second hand
Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the Harbor
There by the port just outside Amsterdam
Everyone shares in
friend
Of a man who sells cars second hand
Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the Harbor
There by the port just outside Amsterdam
Everyone shares in
friend
Of a man who sells cars second hand
Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the Harbor
There by the port just outside Amsterdam
Everyone shares in
you were around
I still drive by that old high school
And drink at the same bars downtown
Oh everything's coming up roses
I'm doing great in this town
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