Down here on the farm I call my baby on the telephone I say come down and have some fun But she knows what the score is Down here on the farm I can't
postman Down here on the farm I call my baby on the telephone I say come down and have some fun But she knows what the score is Down here on the farm
the O-the N-the S) {Verse 1: Dinco, Milo} Three in this to grass it up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-
the N-the S) Verse 1: Dinco, Milo Three in this to grass it up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G I guess
'Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather Gather together and splatter whatever Egotistic mystics With macho poses If you ain't for Black You're down for Guns 'N' Roses
the dividend flow, and where the ends go Checkin on whose name the Benz go Who pushes the buttons when Mac-10's blow A rose on a black satin pillow The
no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather gather together and splatter whatever egotistic mystics, with macho poses If you ain't for black you're down for Guns 'n' Roses
back, Miami down to Puerto Rico Top all the people, rappers know I got ego Buick with 20's on 'em, Cuban ladies in the Regal That's on the Ito, spicy
map the dividend flow, and where the ends go Checkin on whose name the Benz go Who pushes the buttons when Mac-10's blow A rose on a black satin pillow
s the L-the O-the N-the S) [Verse 1: Dinco, Milo] Three in this to grass it up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG My visionary which is skippin on
