Lyrics:
greatest hits with a hint of 2Pacalypse
And I feed my dog gun powder, carve crucifx on hollow tips
I do not exist, all this weed why I need a therapist
I'm bringin' more than that four-by-four
Watch me dispose of all y'all
Y'all fraud a** n****s
Tape me reboard a** n****s
Gun bigger than sword a**
I'm Khadafi
Rolling in a six-tre jalopy
They want to give me ten in the pen cause I'm smelling like Hen
My skin is my sin
My S-K-I-N is my S-I-N
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
Belonging with friends
The only thing to keep my dog
From ripping his hair at its ends
Looking back it all seems like a front
Playing shows and getting drunk
weekend,
everybody in the club freekin'
and in the corner, I can see ya standin' there,
black jacket 'n' long hair we've been exchanging stares,
'n
Me and my closest road dogz
To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby
The return of the mashers, you know how we do it ha ha ha!
S***
I Wanna Run Wit My Slime (Ooh)
I Wanna Run Wit My Slime (Yay)
I Wanna Run Wit My Slime (On God)
I Wanna Run Wit My Slime (Aye)
Name A Young N**** Who
fucking wrote gets stuck like thorns in Guns N' Roses
I'm like Armstrong, bitch I'm dope and (Doping)
I don't think you fucking noticed
My Chalice cup is
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin' by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed
mice
Although you'll find some deep brown hair
Although you'll find some deep brown hair
I'll tell you something for nothing
I'll tell you something
Niggas see me n they tell me im hot I’m just like i already know
Brodie he take off medulas he feelin like wick the way he tote that pole
I ain’t no
you
We got guns in the side and guns in the glove
We got autos in the closet, got shotty under the rug
We all boys in the hood, dog we all good
Trippin'
(Chorus)
From the ashes I rose!
Gutted a bunch of my foes!
I live by my own code!
This is the path I chose!
Never let a hater get to you!
Act right,
then, by her yellow hair,
He'd make her weep and call him dear.
He's taken her in his two dark arms,
And laid her on the cold stone floor.
And when he set
Got a Guns N Roses t-shirt, and never listened to the band
Just being honest, I just though that shit looked cool
Hold up, do you know who I am?
necc like hair n skull
Scarface seen it on the globe said the world is yours
100 flo kill it on my own leave em dead n bones
Never froze
Even tho my
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
on the block reminding us to hang tough
I don't want the guns but I want the roses
This sweet child of mine just love her poses
Shake it up shoop shoop shoop
at that
Before we pour liquor for the 'grateful dead'
And where I'm from it's even Guns 'N' Roses
And fuck with me you need a bunch of roses
And Lord knows
Get off yo ass n Get it together
I need polo polo polo
Guns n money by the boatload
Cuz I'm Back up on my preppy gangsta shit
In case u don't know
Snorkel?
Check.
Staple gun?
Check.
Blank tapes?
Check.
Kill the lights 'n wait for the snowplow.
You got the muscle, and I got the know-how.
Grievances
understand? we pullin down to ur crib! (ye!)
Fighting like a dog, but my fangs in you like a pit! (woof!)
No guns, no knife
Start the fight club
No guns, no
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
[Chorus]
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