bring your shinny new helicopter Bring a gun Bring a gun Lets 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
Vertimas: James. Suderinti Gun.
, yeah It's gonna leave a mark I'm a bullet baby, a bullet baby, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a bullet baby, a bullet baby, yeah I'm a bullet and I'
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
look like you got red tints Hope your GT got a bulletproof F R O N T Pop with them slugs and give a fuck about your Bentley You a punk and I'm a boss
' 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
[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 marks on your
"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
late Today I got a session wit Ronnie I mean Veronica Met her last year about a week before Hanukkah Sounds foolish I mean honey wasn?t Jewish But she had a
bricks on him I send a lamp back like a brother of Rick Porter Run up on you and give you a buck fifty like six quarters [Cassidy] Shit real, i know how baggin a
tryin' to draw, thinkin' you're bad Any draw on West best with a pen and a pad Don't even think about it, six gun, weighin' a ton 10 paces and turn just
to draw, thinkin you're bad, Any draw on West best with a pen and a pad, Don't even think about it, six gun, weighin a ton, 10 paces and turn, just
course I need a tech and a clip, fuck a jag and a Porsche Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun
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, it
ya chest with a vest Reminiscing with a verse like Roxanne's yes You know my steez chester gets the cheese Try to find out who made the gun clap with a
Just like a fake nigga always fail Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy You comin just a
