Letras:
L A Guns Out Of Sight

could teach a boy a thing or two Just grab an ankle and you can make a wish And she can fly you to the moon Sweet Sally Seagull was a gypsy and a tramp

we hit Houston then, We heard police sirens. Oh shit!, it's goin', (down, down) Guns out, they tellin' him to get, (down, oooh well) He on both knees, Blood squirtin' out

move scared like you had a milkshake I like the way you sit up choppin words down against me You sip with a candle and a milk crate Like chocolate candy

I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile Ugh, niggas on the D-l casin' me out Truckin' my jewels, feelin' for the tools When they come they gots

a star, [what's deal god, I heard you got some] I've found a star, [bad news about killah priest, ya know] I've found a star, [out here, right now it

from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad

stage tonight Give me a chance and I'll rock the house But let a motherfucker try to take me out Cause male or female, I will strangle If it's a label

is a lesson in disguise like a blessin Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*) Cos I'm like a

hit Houston then, We heard police sirens. Oh shit!, it's goin', (down, down) Guns out, they tellin' him to get, (down, oooh well) He on both knees, Blood squirtin' out