right [Chorus] I'm gonna do Axl Rose from Guns N Roses cuz [Chorus] Willie Nelson, Willie Nelson, we gonna sing some country Maybe I didn't fuck you
right Chorus I'm gonna do Axl Rose from Guns N Roses cuz Chorus Willie Nelson, Willie Nelson, we gonna sing some country Maybe I didn't fuck you But
don't run they mouth Real niggas make moves and get rich [Verse 4: Flesh N Bone] Mobbing in ah Expedition Thinking of ah proposition Settle my composition Feeling relentless fucking
C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun? Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga? Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son? Where the fuck
(feat. Magnum) [Intro - Terrar] Yeah, yeah.. What y'all wanna do? What y'all wanna do? C-L, I-P, S-E, N-E-R-D What y'all wanna do? [Verse - Terrar]
f/ The Neptunes from Training Day Soundtrack Uh uh, uh huh Clipse (Clipse), Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit) Yeah, whooo [Chorus] Guns n' roses mafia
watch your girlies cause Ill be tag-teaming bitches like Levern and Shirley ya'll motherfuckers know the rules now white bitches on my dick like Im from Guns-n-Roses
ain't cheap, truly who he? Banky ears looking all fruity ghetto-ass nigga got some money and turned bugee Look at all them groupies, bopping, jocking Fuck
S.F, We da best, Middle finger to da rest [Verse 2: Fabolous] I said, Fuck em all motherfuck em all Cuz I shop so much I smell like da fuckin mall Its so many guns
money, me money 'Cause then I'm a splurge on my kind Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin' Bone Gettin' my tipsy
Lets talk about a scandal The album Geffen found too hot to handle Fucked up the minds of you and yours The last lp from the Geto Boys Can you believe those hypocrites Who distribute Guns n Roses
GUNS N' ROSES GUNS N' ROSES GUNS N' ROSES Yeah! C'mon!! Why do you look at me when you hate me Why should I look at you when you make me hate you
from dirty bottles Runnin through these streets high-speed at full throttle Ghetto role models, so what the fuck y'all tellin me Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe felonies Fuck
-Dela got a hella proper flow See what I'm saying like a teleprompter And you could never stop us (fucking posers!) Appetite for destruction like Guns N' Roses
This is ghetto gospel, we gotta politic Riot quick, pull out the guns and body shit I don't give a fuck who you go and get Its Black Child motherfucka, who you fuckin
the East Coast historian As you oppose this Your walking dead soldiers can't get close to this I be splitting shit like Moses Then celebrate with Guns 'n Roses
super-high lit High-flyin' high super-duper high We super-duper fly I put ya in the mix I ain't with that kibbles-n-bits shit Bitch, where's the grip? [
(feat. Tech N9ne) [Chorus: x2] Rock'N'Rollin [x2] Floor so cold that's why I'm so frozen Rock'N'Rollin [x2] I'm a rollin stone with my Guns'N'Roses [
