come let's away and we shall never part never part close your eyes close your eyes and fade away wishing well cast a spell and let's away
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don't die they just fade away Have you ever tried to spray the AK We camoflauged down with the analog sound Leavin enemies in the ground A thin red line
a dinner plate I been gettin' cake you been a bitch and I been a ape The only time you niggas ride out is on the interstate Yea you been a fake nigga
spit this gangsta shit I'm always G'd up gansterish I'll always have a gangsta bitch That loves my gangsta ways Now and ever [Romero] Some call me a
Eight years of hard labour now seems suddenly to fade Away we stand defeated, at home the police invade Prosecutions hit an all time high, A.L.F. friends
Real] They call me papi chulo You know I'm puro I never fade away You see me comin' get your ass runnin I know you hate away Hit the leno harder than
't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct
national borders with a bomb threat You mothafuckaz haven't even left ya block yet You'se a bitch, you'se a hoe, here's a prom dress You wanna try to
go on a fifth again Got your mind bent like on a fifth of gin Feeling good, take it like a good girl for when At the bar spend a grand sack of benjamins
no love It's a Low Pro camp, soldado with ammunition That never get no competition now we on a mission Stick a motherfucker with fileros Southern California
occasion Yeah enemies muthafucka Take in all of my steel, bleed Hot metal get thrown away On the streets of L.A. as I run away In this chapter, we're
I grab my gun And start blazin', this shit got a nigga agein' I'ma die a gangsta nigga, ain't no changin' A G faithfully, mama pray for me Yo nigga, go
Los Angeles They call me papi chulo You know I'm puro I never fade away You see me comin' get your ass runnin I know you hate away Hit the le?o harder
jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt
occasion Yeah enemies muthafucka Take in all of my steel, bleed Hot metal get thrown away On the streets of l.a. as I run away In this chapter, we're
