Guns don't kill people, rappers do (Summon the police) Woop woop woop Guns don't kill people, rappers do (Summon the police) Woop woop woop Guns Rappers Guns Rappers Guns
All soldiers They're all gonna die And all the little babies They're all gonna die All the poets And all the liars And all you pretty people You're all
Me and my friends rollin like rockstars, So we by the bar. All eyes on us girls watchin from far, We shining through the dark. Saw this sexy little
Yeah Yeahhhhh I Said (Wha U Wan Me Fa Du?) I Like When Ya Shake It Like Dat (Wha U Wan Me Fa Du?) I Like When Ya Shake It Like Dat [I Said] (Wha U Wan
译文: 加州赎回. 人与枪.
译文: 戈尔迪Lookin'连锁. 枪不杀人，说唱做.
fuck white people (fuck white people!) Fuck white people! (fuck white people!) Fuck white people! (fuck white people!) And kill white people (kill white people) And fuck white people
Guns don't kill people People kill people Guns don't kill people People kill people I said guns don't kill people People kill people I said guns don't kill people
Guns don't kill people its just rap! [Chorus] Guns don't kill people rappers do Sound of the police Woo Woo Woo Guns don't kill people rappers do, I
presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike (c'mon) Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson (uh huh, yeah) action, pack guns
lady in the liquar store who keeps forgiven so com home maybe in time you'll understand only guns can save us as we pass by the band now think of all the people
can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, action, pack guns
two-thirty If I was on you, your hoe's and them cowards, I'm'll do dirty Still a commission and we all equal, all lethal Caught 'em doin' dirt to the wrong people
s, me and skateboard P no Nike's just a pair of Margiella, get a broad tell her rain dance for this paper better get an umbrella yeah, had guns like an
keep my head I've never seen the New York city streets When my leg'ers still treads I know I'm still better off standin' in the shadows Far from humans with guns
Chrome pump with double eyed slots and such A fully-auto Mac-dime that is sure to touch Ya, bust you with the Desert Eagle Street legal, move against my people
