Paroles:
Gun Club The Give Up The Sun

once to hear you say Give up the sun, give up the sun Give up the sun, give up the sun Give up the sun, give up the sun One hundred thousand times I

out inna bout the chrome is with' me (yeah!) Before I give up my chain I'm rollin' kidney. (yeah!) I'm so cripsy - out in Sydney (uh-huh!) Stampeed the rececption they give

. Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump.

Rhymes set you jumped like I poured King Cobra over ya Guess what, this is a stick up Give me back my shit before I start pickin bricks up Garbage mc'

a pallet a pain with blood of my name in vain sun up in it Imna break it down the walls n try to stop me from poppin my gun up in it Skits onta me honor

Grill me in the club 'cause they can't ball Hate shot callers, hate them ballers Back in control, now I call orders It's no fun fleeing under the gun

business, there's too many roughnecks Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost Had to beat niggaz with toast clubs V.I. clientele

pallet A pain with blood of my name in vain sun up in it I'm gonna break it down the walls And try to stop me from poppin' my gun up in it Skits onto

them when they fell An ambulance rolled up - a state trooper close behind Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind The undercover cop was left tied up