passed Since the guns of September Tanks in the street Do you remember? Fire in the night, smoke in the sky We had to hide Guns, guns Guns, guns Guns of September
Traduction: Les adolescents. Guns Of Septembre.
ya shit With voice command, me and my car talk like Michael Knight and Kit Ever since they put my face on the screen Fuck a box and a dash I stash my guns
[Verse 2] I hacked the Pentagon for self-incriminating evidence Of Republican manufactured white powder pestilence Marines Corps. flat (?) vest, with the guns
fina aim it. But dat nina raw shout for me when I'm angry. Yeah hollygrove beeyaatch. Sloppy like joe ya bettah go get G.I. All my guns knee high... M
am not fuckin funna aim it but that nina ross show up for me when im angry (Ya) Holly Grove Biootch slap you like Joe you better go get GI all my guns
] Now tell me what y'all smokin What kinda heat y'll holdin Well is your creep move potent I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my
shit homey Now tell me what y'all smokin', what kinda heat y'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I
am not fuckin finna aim it! but dat nina rush shout for me when im angry..yah!, hollygrove biatch! sloppy like joe ya bettah go get G.I...all my guns
lives are to the justice system I struggle, to explain the situation to my son, it's hard Niggaz with knowledge is more dangerous than than niggaz with guns They make the guns
Terror in his eyes Night the city cries Payback is crime He damn near died Banished my wounds not mine The city cries, drama ride Guns out the window
no My lip be sort of kickin sort of funky like a hobo Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gangster gettin dumb Instead of shooting guns I shoot the tongue
that way But anyway, the time got longer, my anger got stronger It's no time to wonder the money I hunger Without a blunder, I vowed to be all I could be Started running guns
arrange it I am not fuck finna it But that Nina, watch out for me when I'm angry, yeah Hollygrove biatch, sloppy like Joe, you better go get GI All my guns
shop in a ragged cardboard case With the guns and dusty watches it looked so out of place With a railways baggage sticker, yellow frayed and torn Destination Nashville, September
with potential to out sell We profiteer 'em full of guns and missiles and so go out and kill We supported Iran and Iraq and Afghanistan oh dread Kids with guns
