come out and play They know I keep that black girl, the black guns and the AK's I'm comin where you lay, and yeah I'm gonna spray - hey! Motherfucker
Roman numerals, sun splash them niggaz like, Tango and Cash Alcatraz cats roll out fast Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore we tryin' to get land riches and
Left and right, and right and wrong Wrong and guilty, convicted and hung Young and old, and old and new Knew and never knew and tellin the truth It
tell ya cool, with the New School And the tool to examine my unorthodox pattern From Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn and don't forget Uranus, Neptune and
There's no war, so the navy must wanna see Drugs and guns shift into our country So we can shoot each other and sell each other death And imprison all
Gather together and splatter whatever Egotistic mystics With macho poses If you ain't for Black You're down for Guns 'N' Roses Yeah, c'mon Throw your hands in the sky And
guns? Make you run up and down the same hill And they'll break your will (Mike) Was it Christmas or Groundhog Day when your friends turned to shadows And
that I care * * * Guns N' Roses: W.Axl Rose - all lead vocals, backing vocals, synth and percussion Slash - lead, rhythm and acoustic guitars Izzy Stradlin' - rhythm and lead guitars, backing vocals and percussion Duff "Rose" McKagan - bass
fool? I tell ya cool, with the New School And the tool to examine my unorthodox pattern From Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn and don't forget Uranus, Neptune and
and play They know I keep that black girl, the black guns and the AK's I'm comin where you lay, and yeah I'm gonna spray - hey! Motherfucker what'chu
whips Roman numerals, sun splash them niggaz like, Tango and Cash Alcatraz cats roll out fast.. [Cappadonna] Wu thousand nuthin but hardcore We tryin to get land riches and
twelve gauge any day my son, I don't like guns I don't like roses that I step on for fun in the first place, 3rd Bass? I'm at home Waitin for the pitch
toast wit power rose Whips dirty, dustin my bitch, FUCK PAROLE! Peace shout he's Wallee Timb's, wild out (wild out) We in the spot, guns go off though