got to touch you Please let me touch you I've got to feel you I need to love you I'm not gonna hurt you Mine You whispered one word Mine
Tercüme: LA Guns. Benim.
veins But that's alright, my baby Don't look at me that way Yeah, I did not fake it Don't look at me that way A circle feels like a direction And I
guns they'll never find My Lethal Weapon's my mind "A lethal weapon A lethal weapon A lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin'" A lethal weapon A
plastic, twin to match it Ice white like some Star Wars space gun Though, that ain't how they come my friend make 'em Sleek wit 'em like a L.A. nigga
be retreaters While Mamasitas carry real heaters I rock the Dooby And L rocks the Nubian twists 96 Muthafuckas gettin' dissed Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns
spent mine ba-by) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) Could you tell me where you run to? (When the L.A
L.A. streets Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby It's Friday night Straight sellin' with my Texas G Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday
fake Take time out to think before I wrote the page Celebrate my type of style Dunn, it's a real one Kill time, sit around and compare guns Me and mines, we a
Who got the diamonds? Who gonna find them? Who gonna mine them when the time comes? Diamonds and guns, diamonds and guns It's a wicked world that we
on your job, nigga I'ma stay on mine And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow online And by next year, we should have a thousand guns Nigga Ruff Ryde,
eighty By my sack, cock and load it, this world I'm a rock and roll it My business, you shouldn't a told it, to end I'm a forty-four They switch guns
a show, I'ma rock the mic Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes Drive a SS M.C. with racing stripes Runnin' two P's of L.G., flip it twice Hang
give a fuck about you or your history Do you nigga? make some shit shop a deal 'Cuz that hot shit you talkin' could get you popped for real Take my advice, I sugested like a
the hook! Nigga never sleep Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak Niggaz comin' home tryin' to hit 'em a lick Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a
Pop local shop menaces Travel all around the world in great distances And ain't a place that I know that bear resemblance That's why we it The Planet Not a borough or a
her hop out and get the dutches I'm sittin' on a thousand birds and I hide from the cameras, why? 'Cuz a picture's, worth a thousand words Ain't ya'
softer than thugs Have a chump coughin blood fill his coffin with slugs Yo You know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave a tech in Mase
