sun of a gun You go down, down, down This time I won't save you When you drown, drown, drown You sun of a gun You sun of a gun You sun of a gun
This time I won't save you When you drown, drown, drown You sun of a gun, you sun of a gun You sun of a gun, you sun of a gun
: In the middle of a caravan On a four wheel drive oasis There's a man with a thought in mind To cash in on the desert faces He's got a truckload of
long as di gun dem we'll restore di orda-a-a as long as a man will die just to trying cross di borda-a-a as long as those tears will sick out mi fadda
this movie I seen one time, About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck. He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for
we remember Zion Cause the wicked carry us away in captivity Required from us a song How can we sing rastafari song in a stra-a-a-a-ange land How wen
majority stare Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure My Clan a make me rhyme
my mind? Can you read my mind? The teenage queen, the loaded gun; The drop dead dream, the Chosen One A southern drawl, a world unseen; A city wall and a trampoline Oh
spray nigga (Nine by nine) [Proof] I learned a lot from the stank, if you got bank Fuck buying gats bitch, get a tank Fuck a fire arm, get a wire bomb
don't Why pull your gun out? Why try to run out and die (???) Oh, master ninja Koroshiya, koroshiya Oh, master ninja Koroshiya, hitogoroshi Out of the land of the rising sun
Eighty-Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp At night I walk through, third eye is bright as a
all light up Wait until the sun goes down We gon' make this bitch light up Even when the sun goes down I'm gon' make it go Oh, ho's turn they heads
? Can you read my mind? The good old days, the honest man The restless heart, the Promised Land A subtle kiss that no one sees A broken wrist and a big trapeze Oh
just a glock And I'm hittin you up, with that W-S The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the West No gold teeth, you gets a wreath So hand me the
stare Heard the wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure My clan a make me rhyme like d.
