Letras:
L A Guns It S Hard

' It's hard, it's hard, it's hard Jump on the bonfire Jonesin' for what we had So far you ain't lyin' It's hard, it's hard, it's hard

mouth closed, Or he gon' get a black tux, And a free wake, How my bow tie lookin'?, You ready?, Let's go. (The Game) When I see Lloyd Banks it's goin

, California C-A"*} Charlie O, drop that hot shit [The Game] Motherfucker it's the Game, mister tint the windows wit'cha brain Since a young'n up and

Hard times got cakes for 3 When it's havin a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga [Chorus] [The Game] I got guns, guns, guns, guns Guns

dog And it feel like I done it before Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust Don't let Makavelli fool you homey thuggin it costs Pour out a

porque yo me la cojo 'E pingado, poca lita Saco mi pinga y me singo la pista Can't get enough of them L.A. skonka Get a little wild y me como la chocha

all prepared for the chaos Cuz y'all want the beast in me, so I'ma give it Paint pictures vivid, live high as a spirit Y'all can all jump in it That's

Can I blame you, Lord, for needin'a feed what's yours? Got a wife that you love, yet you still lust whores And I'm supposted to judge you, on earth where it's

That's how a boy's life is supposed to be Make our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout It Then down to D.C. where they, cock it pop it Listen up life