give me one more reason One more reason to die You give me one more reason to die You give me one more reason to die You give me one more reason
rain Hurt so good, can't feel no pain Paint it black, drives me insane So far gone I'm not the same You give me one more reason One more reason to die
Tradução: LA Guns. Un nuevo argumento '99.
Tradução: LA Guns. Un nuevo argumento (Julian Beeston Remix).
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Tradução: LA Guns. Un nuevo argumento (Julian Beestron Remix).
that they sell cocaine out One single, Had to tint the yellow Range out Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out (F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S) [Chorus] [
m the bomb, (I'm the mothafuckin detonator) One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug) Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one
right one pass dat weed l gotta light one all them niggas l gotta fight one all them hoes l gotta like one our situation is a tight one what u wanna do
the policeman CHORUS Beat all the niggers Beat whoever you see Don't need a reason (We're) L.A.P.D. The city of L.A. feels like a prison With helicopters
always the policeman Beat all the niggers Beat whoever you see Don't need a reason (We're) L.A.P.D. The city of L.A. feels like a prison
organized for years Shed tears, when white folks hand a nigga a L Ball up and fuck all up a nigga mail Beeper reportin low, when you put in a Duracell
they guns dumb bell a n-gga tired of telling n-ggas thats a cease rest in peace we tired of only having just a peace and f-ck policing, they killing n-ggas whats the reason
you hey and one time for the city, hey and two times for you hey [Verse 2] Look here it's raining outside boy fuck a umbrella niggas banging outside, boy they guns dumb bell a
one, pass dat weed, l gotta light one All them niggas l gotta fight one, all them hoes l gotta like one Our situation is a tight one, what you wanna
for that Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot So she could fill me in a little more about the plot Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one
me sagat Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot Where ther's a drum there's a beat And where there's guns there's the streets This option