Laulunsanoja:
Dirt Wooden Gun

u can ask the nurse and if you throw it in the bag, i bet ill snatch her purse Ok i spazz, i curse u last, im first im on ur ass like dirt behind that

[Jae Millz] Ayo Millz break the block down from A to Z I can supply you with work lil' nigga, I'm like the Temp. Agency I'm in the kitchen wood chilled

the hill like lauren, killing 'em soft' What you grillin' me for? Kept my name good, we from the same hood Made some change, put the range wit' the stained wood

Blanket me sweet nurse And keep me from burnin' I must get back to the woods dear girls I must get back to the woods In the bloody elevator Rising for

hillbilly rock Way back in old Kentucky where the bluegrass grows Through the Carolinas on them dirt red roads Burnin' like a fire runnin' wild in the woods

got wetter than it was in nine four, The drank that got thicker and the dirt weed dro, Nine six Impala with the stick on the floor, Nice Bentley, four doors, with madrona on the door, Light wood

To the third floor Reached behind the sink Throw the heater on the floor Locked the door Police grabbed me up And tried to break my jaw "So where's the gun

fixinta get me, but nigga I'm a riot By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it Gun's I collect 'em, gun's for protection Gun's for that nigga that

(C?mon) Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah) Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works Take off my fuckin' shirt, I'm reppin' to the dirt I'm reppin