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Prijevod: LA Guns. Dati.
Prijevod: LA Guns. Dajte malo.
Boys Heh, I'm 'bout to do Santa Dimengo on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the Pink Flamingo Callin' up MC from a
style, the gangsta talk, I got a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt L.A
lay on your back It's about guns and drugs and hoes and club x2 Cypress Hill made a nigga understand How I could just kill a man? Long Beach out of the
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
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
Deciphering wrong from right Dodging these institutions these niggas shooting Puttin' the oldest far from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a
can be is L M O O X P, motherfucker You keep thinkin' when I flow Pa, it's a wrap Put when your ass, get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap For real, we
t hang wit dis, bitch-ass niggas [Chorus: Benzino] Stop what your doin and slang ta dis Pull your guns out and bang ta dis We don't give a fuck
, you outta place Grime rhyme, my story too foul for prime time So I don't give a fuck about MTV Or any radio station, they won't play me They own kids give
What's ya worse nightmare, Black? I'm beyond that The mic, how I strike it, got 'em dialin' psychics Roll with minds, don't give a fuck if you don't
rocks on the banks So grab your flippers, goggles and oxygen tank Go grab a wet suit, check your regulator soon 'Cause we pack spear guns and give niggaz
that gawk But still thugged out, candy coated and thugged out Real stud guy, blink, now the guns out I'm a show you what that A-T-S-T-L is about, dirty
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
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
