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Die party saal was op 'n spog wynplaas
Met 'n laanetjie rose teen 'n wit klippad
Die girls was mooi en bitterjonk
En ons val uit die bakkie veels
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
remember I was a water boy
No wakin up n smellin roses we smelt gun smoke
Smoked em like piff we light yo ass up wen our guns blow
You Hea me talk in slangs
for Guns 'n' Roses
Yeah! C'mon!
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're in this life just gettin by
Somebody
of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in
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
Excuse Me
I got Hott on the 808's
Uh
First time I ever got a little butt n****
By a log, I was digging out her guts n****
First time I bust down a sack
2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet
The sucka dropped a diss we did our shit why would i lie
Get pissed off and wanna drive by
Get fullys more than oil changes
Clapped on my opp that n
a nice hose on her
new model benz she wit nice pose on ya
keep a pedicure she wit nice toes on ya
when i drives a killa, i want white rose on ya
[CHORUS]
Lost from a pure 'n strange taste
Can't even realize the time I waste
Cos you’re dancing in my head
Wrapped in guns and roses
All my blood
Is poisoned by
of the hood, hoop, D-Nice, yeah, yeah, D-Nice, yeah, yeah, D-Nice
Transcribed by https://otter.ai
forreal?
Why the fuck would you try my gang? Drive by aim
That nigga walkin' we ride by lames
Boy I'mma find where your grandma stay
Play no games but we
and get drowned by my massive
Kill you, batty boy, and hold your lover for hostage
Knock, knock, niggy, knock, that's four shots empty
On a violator that
and get drowned by my massive
Kill you, batty boy, and hold your lover for hostage
Knock, knock, niggy, knock, that's four shots empty
On a violator that
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
We ball'n over here
Tune into the game
Call me Rose Bryant
Call Patron James
We walk up in the jawn thick
Tell em play my song quick
And we gone make
Eh turn it back boy
Turn it back boy
It showing real grainy dey now boy
Na right dey right dey right dey good right dey good
Yea yea yea yea yea
Oh
like atomic and anybody in my way imma fold em'
Wit me n my gilla guerillas wantin ta win it
Boys be tryin ta battle 'cause they want our position but
N9ne with the chop, Midwest influence
That's congruent, payin' my respects
I'm never out of pocket
Name another young gun who is this polished
I spit
on my gun oh
Ain't she something nice
Bones rattle my dice,
My baby's got the Cadillac walk
The Cadillac walk
She's got the Cadillac walk
a day, a place to stash
Pull up in the rose then hopped in the Wraith
Six hundred bands for all of my friends
I rock with my brother forever, no N's
We've
and get drowned by my massive
Kill you, batty boy, and hold your lover for hostage
Knock, knock, niggy, knock, that's four shots empty
On a violator that
shots of the liq'
N' I'm taking her home
Cus' every good drink is on me
I promise I ain't playing no games
She say that I'm a bad boy
Cozy at bottom,
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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