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L A Guns One Way Ticket

One way ticket to love One way ticket to love One way ticket, One way ticket to love (Oh, whoa, oh, oh) Spinning my wheels One way ticket, one way

gutta bus Im tick stuck the area, keep a celli on my side Like Eddie Murphy on that murder he's comin to a miracle I slide in my ride so fly like a space ship Keep a

another Sold out show tomorrow night in L.A. [This is the life] Robbie: Whoa did you hear that sold out in L.A! Whoa! Farmain: Ow Ow needle in finger

find Murphy in a Jag, on a commercial When at home in St. Louis, yo I's a *walkin* like Herschell I be like (oh, oh, oh) Wit' a pocket full of bus tickets

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

poke, a choke hold is a yoke A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed To clean is to buff, a bull scare

another Sold out show tomorrow night in L.A. [This is the life] Robbie: Whoa did you hear that sold out in L.A! Whoa! Farmain: Ow Ow needle in finger

, with a Billy club Go the right way, to get rid of ya, political riddle ya Fuck with me I'll turn you to a traffic ticketer To put it plain I'm sick

for years Shed tears, when white folks hand a nigga a L Ball up and fuck all up a nigga mail Beeper reportin low, when you put in a Duracell Put it in