gun talk Let it talk, nigga Let it, let it, let it, let it I let my gun talk [x2] [CHORUS x2: Young Noble & Willie D] What would my gun say if it could
Перевод: Вилли D. Обсуждение Gun.
ahead i already talk to.. dre yesterday Well i got him on the phone right now ( Slim? ) Your lying ( Yo Slim? ) how ? Why now ? What up dre ? Check this out slim i gotta talk
, D-twizzy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre We ain't leavin', let's go! haha Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for comin' out, peace! Oh shit, I almost forgot You're comin' with me [gun
him out If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin' black, brainwashed from
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah niggas'll flip! Six?, let it off at your will Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz! D's know about the beef! -
to tell If I had a soul to sell I'd buy some time To talk to my brain cell Gutbucket and a bottle of paint It's like the schoolhouse lights Will never
get Til I talk til my lawyer, you get no reply You've obviously been watching too much CSI I'm not a crash dummy so don't even try To talk your dirty
Motherfucker, you’d better break yourself... [ice cube] My skin is my sin, look at my complexion Section 8, erection great Balls like ru paul and a big
like the Mafia For you I'd testify I'd lie for you of course Since my love is like the Mafia And for you I will fight [Markita] Mister and Misses, but
savage and well known protectin my owns Rolling stone bringin it home, time for transition Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missin Look into my eyes, all you see is will
rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge 'All rise' This gun
analyze data like intel Pentium So follow me, I blame sovereignty for God we bust Top Gun, move bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dust Ante up the goods, Top Gun
blame sovereignty for God we bust Top Gun, move bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dust I'm 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhood Ante up the goods, Top Gun
but now I'm back again I'm 'bout my paper like a motherfucking scratch and win World Series attitude, champagne bottle life Nothing ever changes, so tonight is like tomorrow night I will
the stirrup And make, haste, mount the steed and ride him well For the white horse of heroin will ride you to Hell, to Hell Will ride you to Hell until