f/ The Neptunes from Training Day Soundtrack Uh uh, uh huh Clipse (Clipse), Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit) Yeah, whooo [Chorus] Guns n' roses mafia
Mama just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead. Mama, life had just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all
Sweet little lady, don't you get crazy. Bring it back home to me. Woman little standing, dreaming to forget him. Bring it back home to me. When? Why
Well, since my baby left me, I found a new place to dwell. It's down at the end of lonely street at Heartbreak Hotel. You make me so lonely baby,
I'm like a little bitty kid with a real big mouth And you're gonna have to catch me if you wanna wash it out, Cuz I'll be standin' on the corner, callin
in your life where you can't be afraid Don't think your second chance will break around the bend 'Cos hearts don't always share love, or the person on the other
Man's got his woman to take his seed He's got the power - oh She's got the need She spends her life through pleasing up her man She feeds him dinner
sweet sister Cause I'll always be in love with you But let her be somebody else's queen I don't want to know about you Cuz too many others know what
Lets drink to the hard working people, Lets drink to the lowly of birth. Raise your glass to the good and the evil, Lets drink to the salt of the earth
Tell everybody that I am sorry, truly sorry For all the wrong I've done I never meant to hurt nobody, no no Lord I never want to do no wrong And I
reds'n'ludes A shot of vitamin C and a bottle of booze Too stupid to live with nothin' to lose In your one track mind now Where's that leave you? Drink'n
"Hey this bottle's empty, you got 2 bucks? C'mon, we'll buy a bottle Alright, I'm headin' to the store and I'm gonna buy smokes Hot damn" Every night
you're decided To show me the same No sweeping exits Or offstage lines Could make me feel bitter Or treat you unkind I know I've dreamed you A sin n
You better change your attitude Cause you know you want it to You bring me all your pride But I know you hold it too I can feed your bounty, yeah If
Took my chances carelessly choked on my own cigarette You can hand me another bottle of whiskey baby but you aint seen the worst yet Now I'm reckless
Here come 'ol flatttop He come groovin' up slowly He got ju ju eyball He one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker he just do what
business Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase
Big C-Style and Meech, made to be Shine Dogg gettin' super-high, lit, lifeline high Soopa-doopa high with Soopa-doopa-fly I'll put ya in the mix, I ain't with that Kibbles-N
