Tercüme: Doa. A Gun Ve Bir Bomba.
and make the news with a gun and a bomb they'll hear hear your views the right to shoot your gun that's the american way buy a flak jacket and a radar
nigga dont get caught up Im a 4th ave lake street ridin ass nigga Still a ? superior executioner Da bomb M-i-d-w-e-s-t mirage Da killa wit ? (A city
' clean, lookin' for that precious I'm talking weed and women when the trouble come I'm 'bout it ****, I'd rather get caught with my gun then get caught
a mic and I'm loc'n, shit You might find termites in the chokin' [unverified], yes D.O., my wood grain say, "Fuck P.O." (Okay) And I'll prove it when
on the tour, so, send some new whores, H O I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor to warn And people at the label I'm on Crunch time, what you think
right superheroes To take care of that shit, mothafucker Head rush and green stinky Feelin' like a nigga dropped a mickey Drink up the Hen and watch
wee in a blue T, y'all know who I be Dub Sizzleen, eyes full of Visine Leanin' in a 745-LI Beam' Big bucks and big trucks, buzzed and faded You and that
't lose a views Prices move in like cruise a bruise Stacked on a four pack stack of freaks I guess I'll play hookie for a couple of weeks Six A.M. and
L O X, L O X, motherfucker Niggas, don't know how we bout to come this time No more shiny suits, none of that shit We gonna R U double F R Y D E Revolver
'cause we don't give a Fuck little niggaz on bike and just shoot you All for a pair of some Nikes, the shits brutal I done seen fiends O.D., shot the
hold bottles A whole lot of follows cause they know dough And think you a role model (K-Raw) They wanna give you dumb looks Lyrical gun books never did one juke And
a braid or two,u forget reason why u signed to the roc iz 'cause u listen and u watch and listen to the lox all it takes is a gun and a bomb u wanna
And my moms used to say you better use what you got So I'ma roll dice, loop, I could lose it or not A freeborn hate a thug, yo and I aint a player Yeah
a nigga My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger nigga Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side Boyz All I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side toys
and we don't love them hoes How could you trust a hoe? 'Cuz a hoe's a trick I don't love them tricks 'Cuz a trick's a bitch And my dick's constantly
Conquer Lyrics *Laughing* S-O-O-P-A (Violent J) I come flying out the sky on a jet surfboard Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored
*Laughing* S-O-O-P-A (Violent J) I come flying out the sky on a jet surfboard Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored I'm outlawed
