You've got to You've got to You've got to You've got to Tape ain't gonna fix it Honey, it ain't gonna stick Tape ain't gonna fix it Honey, it ain't gonna
Tape ain't gonna fix it honey it ain't gonna stick tape ain't gonna fix it honey it ain't gonna stick to you six kinds of glue won't hold you, won't
: Tape ain't gonna fix it honey it ain't gonna stick tape ain't gonna fix it honey it ain't gonna stick to you six kinds of glue won't hold you, won
his blonde dreads (Fuck you!) Every girl I ever went out wit is goin lez Follow me and do exactly what the song says: smoke weed, take pills, drop outta school, kill
about to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry I had a friend kill
on on a muthafuckin' Posse song Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads (Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*repeats through whole song*] From
it up on a triple beam Niggaz rob kill steal for the ghet-ty green U.S.. Marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead Wanna see me in a pine box bullet
it up ?til all the cash gone Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it To make classics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin' on your tape or CD The girl-boy killa
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing-alongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blond Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong, this
out to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her? I'm a name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry I had a friend kill
to the head double-tap Guns don't kill people, it's just rap Guns don't kill people, rappers do (Summon the police) Woop woop woop Guns don't kill