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Ty nadal tak przystojny i patrzysz w moje oczy jak
Gdy grało Guns N' Roses nam
W starym Golfie pierwszy raz

To było jak
Jak na linie nad blokami z

grin 
When I'm drinking too much gin
And I'm singing like a asshole
I was at the bottom but I rose like I'm Axle
Now I got these guns I suppose that I

hit the floor
Like a 9.5 just hit next door
Man, I bet they jumped when they felt that chord
It's a Gun ‘n' Roses reunion tour

Yeah us damn kids we're

podjazdu do mnie
Jeśli bym miał liczyć to na 10 jedenastu ciągle

Ja pierdolę To takie chore bo mam rap ebolę
Róże mi wystrzelą Guns N' Roses strzałem w

One Time, Uh
We done been in the cold too many nights man.
February nights and I’m wearin' all black
Get betrayed by the people that I came wit fall

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

we're famous, we'll have parties with big bands like Guns 'n Roses
When we're famous we'll have groupies and they'll all be chicks half our age
When we're

We pulling up for the profit
I ain't got time for the gossip fuck all the nonsense
Im trynna triple my profit n niggas be watching my pockets
Uh
Yea

Eli and I killing this beat
Lost time it's fine copping the beats
Can't fight I'm fine handing defeats
To those who rose outta the seats
Thinking

Had I had a fucking gun
I would shoot your ass and run
I'm already off n'gone
I'm in immigration

Find a reason to relax
Don't you know about sex

suddenly have full bloom, I rose to cris' anthems
Played by boys and girls like 'We Are The Champions'
This is my piece, a soundscape plus visual backing
I'm

a baby
I cannot understand
I keep that commie tommy gun under my pants
In my hands
Make you dance
Fuck a no melody
I am the melody
Kill the beat

I've all ready danced with death. a dozen black roses
I pose with babies breath
Be afraid a place where magic is made
I'll rain on your parade with

Candydate air lines welcomes you aboard the flight, 
F.U.N 
To, Nirvana. 

The gangway gives me shelter, 
The merchant and the rain, 
I shuffle for

Mark of the Beast

Boogiemonsters

Riders of the Storm: The Underwater Album

1994

off his kicks.
He can't reach the climax for the shot of the sun.
Anti-christ traveling through the tract of his gun.
He thinks of the sex, and the "E"

Nothing less than to write aside
They label you a God when facades can't mistake it for pride
Whether rain, sleet, or shine
Grateful to be alive
I missed

Better come ready next time or thats it
Yo bitch gettin hit by da team n da clique
How do i taste man i dripped in yo bitch
Doggin yo chick and I threw her

Drop me a big ass bag on a chain
With whatever we shoot through the rain
Triple s shoes I'm not tam bout the game
nigga bitch so he talk on my name

In My Backyard

Dead Celebrity Status

Blood Music

2006

Used to hold Guns And Roses, now I hold double revolvers.
Met this girl named Charlotte, she looked Good in my bed,
'til my Bizket went Limp 'cause she

Let's Roll

Boot Camp Clik

Puss-N-Boots

2004

dogs --- bitches
So move when we come through, of course with a gun or two
So tell me now, what the fuck niggaz gonna do
H-E-NN-Y, pissy off shots

pieces of shit like you for breakfast
Camo'd out leavin you guessin where we got the Smith n Wesson
Look, cause I ain't talkin no more
Suited up guns

he's amble
2 kill who eva on the run
Live and die wtih the gun
He layin up wita Bun
She sucks em up till he cums
500k n the duffle bag back 2 loadin them

In the Hood

S.L.A.B.

4.5 Plex

2006

some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,

In the Hood

O.G. Ron C.

Summer 2K6 Chopped Not Slopped

2006

some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,