Testi:
La 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

the American music shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real shit And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites They way

I got a head, but ain't no screws in it. Roll up and get swoll up. Hold up. How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut? I ain't came a long way

all about the money murda 'n mayhem I look at the niggas I went to school wid Shot pool wid was always cool wid Same niggas I just can't fool wid Niggas got guns

me, that's one with the streets Blow on the mic, become one with the beats Can't change who I be, you get what you see Only one way to do it, and that

the blood running in the sheets Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime, highway Bring all the guns, the funds will come my way Whether we deliverin' high

I dont play that shit) Our coke niggaz never givin dudes the way [Verse: C-Los] We the Black Sopranos mama I understand why you scared of us A drama then you know we [?] gutta bus Im tick

brace to be a gangster They grew up! - And blew up the rock stages! A long way from the gate, but I got Gauges! Dumb 'em out! Pullin guns out on strangers

Owww! Get on down [x3] [Verse One: Erick Sermon] Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots