on now, baby Come on now, baby Come on now, baby Don't you cry? Come on now, baby Come on now, baby Come on now, baby Don't you cry? Come on now, baby
Translation: L.A. Guns. Don't You Cry.
your fat moms cry, bull's eye I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile What you think all the guns is for? What's up, niggas don't seem to hear
won't sing you no love song, you either love me Or you don't, you're either rollin' tonight or you won't She likes the style, 'cause it don't bullshit
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic on some absurd shit You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't
get you popped for real Take my advice, I sugested like a cotton a meal If not, fuck it, you can starve and keep your eyes peeled But, don't get me involved, I don't
seen a nigga that too live to die they say you get what you ask for, so get it 'cause you asked for it if a nigga ain't a thief, then he better have
't never seen a nigga that too live to die) (They say you get what you ask for) So get it 'cause you asked for it (If a nigga ain't a thief) then he better
, stay strong nigga You could be a fuckin' accountant not a dope dealer You know what I'm sayin'? Fuck around and you pimpin' out here you could be a
a nigga grow, he progreses and he has a lot more happier things to talk about (more happy), jigga kick that shit yo you can catch Norea in L.A. wit
ain't ready for the war? Bounty, I'm a check you in Jamaica I be in the hood in uptown, New York Or you catch me down at the dirty, dirty, A.T.L. Or
L.A. The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more Coming up
t never seen a nigga that too live to die) (They say you get what you ask for) So get it 'cause you asked for it (If a nigga ain't a thief) Then he better
Will you cry? (Make you won't cry, don't it) 'Cause you know you wrong (It's all good, baby, don't even worry about it) Will you cry? When you hear the
't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you, Killuminati and we got you, got you Yo, Makaveli they can't stop you
who you get, you and that fool you wit, gone get yo wig split Black guns, me and my doggs clap guns, don't be thinkin we jus rappin You saw what would
I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry [Chamillionaire:] Yeah I know I'm sick enough to bless you Ha-choo! The whole industry is gonna feel that flu
