Laulunsanoja:
Stuck In The Sound Shoot Shoot

! Shoot, shoot! Shoot, shoot! Shoot, shoot! Shoot! My love, sweet love, Wandered on the floor, Stupid things are, this my choice! Be trigger wise Shoot, shoot! Shoot

her life I shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood in my trunk from a punk

yard and cold stormed the shit We jumped up into the(Gauge to your ass, nigga) hizzy I threw my daddy the nine I shot one cop in the chest; He shot two

Unit, that means it's money, ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot

Prodigy Yous a notebook crook with loose leaf beef A backseat criminal who pass the heat To somebody that blast the heat Man it sound bad on the pad

the emptiness of my glock nine mil, It don't matter which way you come, I still be the nigga callin' shots with the gun, I lick one shot I make your

used to stop by and fuck about twice a week And from the very first time I went to her house Walked in the door and stuck my dick in her mouth $hort

I had her it just would a been in and out Back in that Escalade, we spinnin' out, women shout Bubba brought some shit and we noticed it Got them hoes stuck

if its true, how the f-ck am I supposed to get over you difficult as it sounds Doody, thats what we call eachother I don't know where it came from but it just stuck