Paroles:
James Bring A Gun

can bring your gun And you can bring your dogs And you can bring your shiny new helicopter Bring a gun Bring a gun Let's have a party Bring your gun

can bring your gun And you can bring your dogs And you can bring your shiny new helicopter Bring a gun Bring a gun Let's have a party Bring your gun

the forty-ounce drinker I sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker A fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch A talker of the berg without weed influence

[Intro] Aye yo dis be da reason why I do dis shit Stright da fuck outta Compton Reapin' that muthafuckin' N.W.A. I got a lot of love fo' Dre No Dre beats

you're bad Any drawin on West, best with a pen and a pad Don't even think about it, six gun, weighin a ton Ten paces and turn (one.. two.. three..) just

yo Son, it's on again What up, he made a move, try to assist it Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop Back to the novel, you Son,

rarely see A motherfuckin' fist fight It's all about the gun blast So you can miss me with that bullshit You spittin' with your punk ass It's 'The Diary' of a

' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten You're in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew Don't mean shit to me and you ain't got a clue Of what

"The Champ" [Dialogue borrowed from a "Rocky" movie] This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread