Lyricism and life guns and roses Rob execs take the pennies out your loafers A lot of rappers but papoose the dopest Supercalifragilisticexpealadocious Lyricism and life guns and roses Jack Maybachs blow the brains out your chauffeurs A lot of rappers, papoose the dopest Supercalifragilisticexpealadocious
My live crew pop like guy moo pop advise you pop Wise new plots I ride through blocks and find new spots Nah-uh you not uh-huh you watch When I hop out the dread be like, 'Man don't do dat' Get lined up like five roof tops I cock two glocks Find you behind new locks 'cause papoose got Two knots inside two socks few rocks inside shoe box You got two hot blocks who block you got You dropped, you dropped you hot you not you popped you flop you got to stop hops you not Tupac
Chew shots through blocks since doowop pop and koolats Every last one of you niggaz could eat the ooh wop I stack money while you spending your dough I must-stash like the hair between your lip and your nose Never partied always ran with the mothers The only Summer Jam I ever had, was if my gun jammed in the summer Cock the Uzi Chip a nickel and diamond for a loosey You coming through shining like we 'aint riding for the Louchey Homie none of your diamonds don't induce me 'Cause yo I put blood on your ice, and turn your diamonds into rubies Kill intent, catch my enemy at a big event Watching while he party in advance of getting bent Soon as he try to use the bathroom I'm slipping in Sending guns smoke through the vents I'ma add something stupid like, can I buy one of your cigarettes Put the burner under his chin and leave the ceiling wet They incorrect, niggaz spending money to get respect They don't know the way to get respect is disrespect How you cut a nigga in the face to get a rep Real gangsters cut him in his neck And if you catch an attempt murder that don't mean you a bigger threat That just means you 'aint no motherfucking killer yet My pistol send you to death Rip through your Mitchell and Ness Like car dealers you hit the deck They hit your man with the Smith and Wess Dump shots all in a nigga chest You could see his bones he missing flesh Stead of getting a gun, you run and go get a vest Niggaz tore your man out the frame and you 'aint get the picture yet? Dope fiends lined up making the strip a mess That dope got them fiends online like the Internet They tried to come on my block selling that fucking boy Nigga my gun got fire like its unemployed Say send me out the semi out they let me out I'm focused Dessies out the holsters Empty out the 4-5th If I was a blood, I split the C like I'm Moses Supercalifragilisticexpealahoeless
Website contains: Papoose - Gunz-n-rosez song lyrics; music and general forums; music stories;
spanish & german versions; power lyrics request engine for Papoose - Gunz-N-Rosez 12".
Special Offer