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trade ur toys for a gun

Quita quita quita todo lo que pica
Buscá un mantra hacete la vibra

guns and tools 
from you small them taking you to school

Me and the crew are sending this out to all the rooskie population
Peoples in NY, Detroit, LA, Chicago, Seattle, San Fran, San Diego
Stand up

It's start as family
Not like a gang
Should I
Pull out the gang
(Pull out the gang)
Pull out the gun
(Pull out the gun)
I swear I dégainn
(Ehh)
An ka de

nueva ola. 

Fotos para Nike y Adidas, yah,
No me importa mas lo que digan, yah, 
En la mochila hay dope, uh, guns y tambien medicina, yah.
CDMX, woah,

want the world and you want it now, oh my, oh my
Life's a bitch each pearlative as time slips by

Under the gun, you call that fun, slip into neutral

Shootés à la télé, ce qui nous fait kiffer
C'est que des trucs loco
Gros son, thugs, grosses cylindré
es
Les jeunes veulent des guns 
(Que des trucs de

by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted

Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how

little brown bones
La with your pink and gold /Is the driver still alive
La orange blossom grove /are there guns inside
La oh La /Is Sarah by myside
La oh

bye-bye
Gå och fråga folk, vi har gjort drive-by's

La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la

Om jag ville göra nått, du är lätt

heart at all
(no, no, no heart at all)

(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker
She taught her four sons
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker, to handle their guns
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma

ella 
La vi en la discoteca
Bailaba, como no tienes idea

First dance 
 
Letra y composición: Jandier, Gun Records
Prod by: Gun Records
Arreglos: Gun

LA (ugh)
Like back in LA
Where they ride slow
She don't want fame no (ah)
She don't want fame
That's a passing ghost
Watch your life pass-by
Grab

Even when they flew me out to LA
You stuck by my side
And even when you knew i wasn’t ok
You told me i would be alright
Through these darker times
I

Squeeze the Trigger

Ice-T

Rhyme Pays

1987

V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
  
Squeeze the trigger
  
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard

Street Code

Enmicasa

Street Code

2009

la collina è un classico

If u come lookin' for trouble boy u gonna find some
If u come lookin' for guns yea u gonna find one
If u thinkin' ya're

Santana
Ah ah, oui oui
On aime les loulous
Mi love badman
Mi love guns
An pé pa trennen èvè pussy
Cause mi love thugs
Yenki big money
No nigga Broke

Vato

Snoop Dogg

Tha Blue Carpet Treatment

2006

to the trunk of his car (and what he get?)
He got his gun and they start runnin' hard
He started firing and then he just charged

(Blaow) Run, nigga, run,

Why do we get judged by the color of our skin
Black, White, and Brown, but we All American
They want us divided that's the
Only way they win i just

Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa la la la la la la la
La
It's that time of year of joy
All the girls and boys garner new toys
This time when I

died I still want my money
I ain't trippin' by that bitch, my Glock go la-da-da-da

He was wolfin' on the net, my chop said la-da-da-da
He ain't pay me

a truck driving son of a gun

Well I've drove down every highway
From L.A. to Bangor Maine
And I've eat in every truck stop
I know each waitress by her name

from East Los)
So you better get to steppin'
Yeah we the West Coast Weapons (Hella Guns, Hella Weed Smoke)
The East Los Connection
Yeah we the West Coast

L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
Cos we coming from