could teach a boy a thing or two Just grab an ankle and you can make a wish And she can fly you to the moon Sweet Sally Seagull was a gypsy and a tramp
Traduction: LA Guns. Out Of Sight.
fessin? Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*) Cos I'm like a
, Giddy-up", Willy hollered "Giddy-up" Driving southward in the night, Ting-l-ling, ting-l-ling, with the bells a jing-l-ling, Willy soon was out of sight
as we hit Houston then, We heard police sirens. Oh shit!, it's goin', (down, down) Guns out, they tellin' him to get, (down, oooh well) He on both knees, Blood squirtin' out
Queensbridge associations breeds similarity Bricked up, chipped off rocked out salaries Pull out long guns, pop out casualities It's like I gotta see a
stage tonight Give me a chance and I'll rock the house But let a motherfucker try to take me out Cause male or female, I will strangle If it's a label
I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile Ugh, niggas on the D-l casin' me out Truckin' my jewels, feelin' for the tools When they come they gots
m from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get
a star, [what's deal god, I heard you got some] I've found a star, [bad news about killah priest, ya know] I've found a star, [out here, right now it
t no dog sick me Five Mississippi, we in Mississippi Twenty deep in the block, real niggas rock with me Blazing, revving in the black 9/11 Lox out of sight
from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad
runnin' 'cross 12th street Just as I approach the block I spot a jake on the creep Down by Vick's weed spot Made a u-ey up the hill Plus a change of plans
'em And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that Life goes black when those lights go out But I guess you gotta just watch out for your
is a lesson in disguise like a blessin Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*) Cos I'm like a
associations breeds similarity Bricked up, chipped off rocked out salaries Pull out long guns, pop out casualities It's like I gotta see a thug nigga
