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La Guns Check My Brain

California, I'm fine Somebody check my brain California's all right Somebody check my brain Aaaah tears have filled my bones Aaaah years expended gone [Repeat] Check my brain, check my brain

your crew is featherweight my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is old and when the things get for real my warm heart turns

I get my K - cock, aim, and put holes in your brain Give me that rag, you ain't no soldier - wipe the blood off my chain Gettin' blisty... ...off in a

over our shoulders Aren't we always drawing guns from our holsters I'm at the start to check every hour of the day I stand well above And mould you with my

to shoot a gun for fun You bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop My team, come and touch ya somethin', make ya crew drop My nigga ICE, twice as nice

bitch to give you some brains or whatever You just say yo.. yo give me some knowledge. (haha) Know what I'm saying? It's some new shit, word up. Yo shorty, check

! I know my ego will cheer me I'm five steps from insane one line from your girl I'm one hit away from destroying the whole world My names Kardinal listen

. Let my nuts and my gauge hang low. Now, walk on by. All: [Boogy Nikke on the mic, right.] Boogy Nikke: Thuggin' through my thuggish-ass hood at night with my

your name out Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is older And when the things get for real, my