Lyrics:
to Jers'
Gun under my undershirt
I'm hollerin' "Gilla House!" drunk off the Thunderbird
My bitch be like, "Damn nigga wash yo' feet"
She say the hair on my
Christina, and N'Sync
Why even bother, we'll all be gone by next week
[Chorus]
the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't
the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't
Choppa my side I will not play fair
Hit it from the back while I pull on her hair
Pass it to my dawg tell my n**** go get it
Greedy gang official you
on the saw and he
threw his head back with a
mouth full of gold teeth
And they played 'Lopsided heart'
And 'Moon over Dog Street'
And by the time they
Roses are red, my thoughts been screwed
By another love gun, now I swallow these blues
Life is about perspective, I'd rather have my way
You die by
sonskyn en rose as jy in town is
Honestly, en ek hoop jy fokken weet dit
Ek smile oor tot oot as ek hoor jy by die deur is
Serious, dankie dat jy altyd so
neighborhood
Not bad meanin' bad but bad meanin' good
Time flies by with the boomin' system
Shot by my head, I popped back and I missed 'em
So I kept
I want me a bitch from the ghetto
Juicy on sweats and she always got rent due
Messy ass hair and insane in the mental
Papa in pen so she won't ever
cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out
a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in
to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't
all my n***** get groovy
Keep a bad bitch like she grew up in juvie
Keep a lil' gun n**** run up he stupid
Stay with my dawg we like Shaggy and Scooby
shared you can't take it back
Bite your neck pull you hair hit it from the back
Bite your neck pull you hair hit it from the back
Them n***** can't do it
I was handling business
Why I missed your call
I wake everyday
And say I miss my dog
Know ima stay solid
On all ten I can not fold
Million dollar
had a way with a gun
And now I'm among the horseless riders lying still
Swallowed up by the cause on Hero's Hill
And I dreamed of a rose in a Spanish
4. Lion King morning time score, bird song, dog barking, snoring,
5. Sound professor from Cornell struggling with recording, bird song recorded by
a jewel present, I get my shine on
Im bright as Cornell West 'cept my mind gone
And my hair too, Im a rare dude
Im on dat grizzley sh*t these n*ggas bear
the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't
should be worried about the n*ggas i keep around me
Those some demons those some shooters dog
Even I get scared when I piss em off
Chorus
My gun charged
Last I saw mother, she rose from her chair
When they caught me I'd just finished combing my hair
'Cause a rabbit will run, and the colt hasn't long
You know what the fuck goin on nigga
Dog Music
Beezy
Yeah
I'm bout to roll me a cone now
Call me a hoe and I zone out
You know that you want it quit
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