Testi:
L A Guns Slap In The Face

want what you got No surprise Cold sweat my hands shake No point getting excited She's on the case Knock you off your rocker Like a slap in the face

from Hillside H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E [Verse 1:] H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E M.A.G.A.Z.I.N.E. Vallejo, California my city No pity, for a sucka can't be no sissy Motherfuckers

neckbones and a pot of rice WHOA! I know I ain't right, but motherfucker I'm WHOA! Hit you with a Jackie Chan chop like WHOA! Chase you with a half a

my face The J to the A to the M to the E I?m talented yes I?m girfted Nigga? please, you work for UPS It?s not about a salary, it?s all about reality

rappers need teaching, lesson A [Chorus: x2] (I'm a b-boy) I started in the park Two turntables and a microphone makin it art (I'm a gangsta) To keep

scene, blood stain 'em out [repeat] [Verse 1: Kool G. Rap] Inside the chambers of Hell where all the L puffin' niggas dwell and fell 'cause of a loss

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

a gorilla, chewin on bananas Psycho Im the one that blew my head in ?scanners? BRICKS, lyrics and guns gotta stay smokin Even Live to L.A. don't leave

you don't do it, I'm a do it these niggas be talkin so bad, an ??? I could slap a bitch, like I had a million dollars in cash so it ain't no thang, bitch