Lyrics:
like la, la, la, la
From the same city as the B-I-G
Wanna serve these bars, gotta see ID
Now I'm on their radar, where it beat I be
Was a slave for
'Wanna go to the John, I've 'gots to run it by her
She got me running scared like the music from Cher from the seventies
Sometimes she try to hit me once
The La La Song
La la la
La la la
Imagine you and me for so long it's been a dream but now it's come to be
Living in a house surrounded by another
learnin'
Guns bustin', tyres turnin', that's a Russian and a German
That's your phone ringin', you can hear the beep
You won't be saved by the bell when
We got guns and and we got roses, we step like "uh la la"
N'fakt si nihet zoni, rahat-ta-ta-ta
We step like "uh la la", we step like "uh la la
Desde que murió el papá
Miran al hijo vendiendo en la acera
Ven acá y ahora tú verás
Que en la calle no tuve más
Hoy se volvió millonario
Eso es lo
Stance means I get shit
Regret quick and change to some vex
Tick, balled up, sittin' on some hurt
Got you swallowed up you live by the gun
The same shit
a switchy gun
Switchy, switchy, make him do a dance, I know he pissed his pants
Simi automatic, I turn it fully it's a box on the back of my gun
Oh he havin
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
them busters know we 'locotes' for ever
Trying to come up in this game by slang'n the sticky 'loquera'
So if you're looking for 'la guerra'
Don't get
putting out hit's
Tryin' to shoot me
But I'm out in LA on the low livin' Gucci
And lavish
They tryin' to take they money back
It's two to they cabbage
We the reason the hearse just left your hood and holdin' up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrappin', keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than
need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
(E-40) From L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
(E-40) From L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
who held the gun
And with sightless eyes shot down the one
Called old Juan de la Cruz
The rest of our story now soft and clear
How half our daily bread
ignorant fools
Find yourself in the hustle rocking free mint shoes
Middle week, Michigan brand rap and gun rule
Verse 1:
Me and my man contemplating
Shefre la peufra
Hey Jized
Hey quatro
Ti-sor la becane
Vesqui la popo
Drive by les poucaes, ouai
Ktm devant le bloc
On le soulève comme ta bitch
de be
Oke ti wogun
Toni o ga gan
Trophy loge re de be
Oke ti won gun
To lo ga gan
Trophy loge won de be
Oke ti a gun
Ta ni o ga gan
Trophy loge wa de
the sweetness of your years
By and by we'll all learn the taste of tears.
Open your eyes my growing son
There is hard work to be done
Follow your father to his
to get money by Any Given Means
All about dollars call her amazing
Be on the Block I'm willing to do that
Bringing them guns I'm willing to shoot that
an galair an gradh;
chan eil neach air am bi nach saoil gur seachdain gach la
Gun d'bhrist e mo chridh 's gun d'sgaoil e cuislean mo shlaint'
Bhith 'g amharc
the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut, so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the Roscoe
see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut, so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the Roscoe
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