Songtexte:
L A Guns Turn It Around

Could have been a better ending Turn it around Turn it around Very slow Turn it around Turn it around Don't let go Turn it around Turn it around Turn it around

Tired of not being a millionaire But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand, I'

more money, think about it You're dead I'm livin You're fuckin' with the unforgiven - nigga what? West Side's up - L.A., nigga bounce all day Look in

was a guest on Jerry Springer wit desert eagle, tech meezle a [???] a nigga, a drop a ??? I die a lil nigga leave 'em wit a 30 round drummer slit ya throat

with a mask and a nine I've just mastered the rhyme Notice the sledgehammer dawg I'll just crashing your spine My pencil got subscription to guns and ammo Homeys in L.A

style, the gangsta talk, I got a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt L.A

Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't mad at me It

'm at Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York It's evident in the way that I talk-a-talk I travel abroad by the Concorde, with a Clue tape (

Tired of not being a millionaire But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a d*** brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand, I