Teksty:
L A Guns Big Little Thing

big little thing Big little thing Big little thing Big little thing Big little thing Big little thing Big little thing Big little thing Big little thing Big little thing

Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics

I blanks out, my nigga knight just hit the bricks I'm not a rapper, I sell a lot of crack but spit Niggas that I'm cool with, I only keep a nigga hot

position fetal I wanna talk about Dog nigga, L O X, Eve, and me Now that's the hottest thing in the streets are beats is Swizz Cheesed up with holes in the shit like a

mouth is, winner take all Ayy, yo, I got next, pass me a Beck's and a Philly 'Cuz this L we 'bout to puff is for my nigga Billy A hour passed Dinner

little friend I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck Smoke mothafuckaz

Coke Loc, a dip with Tip Tip Get heat a chrome plate, a D from Tray Dee Livin' that D P, give me that S T In a 4 0 a 0 E from my O G And a bag of them

s a little too late Johnny's taking heads off of all the fagots who hate 'Cause I'm like God, motherfucker, there's a price to pay Yeah, I'm a God, motherfucker

ever since I was a kid I played a million empty shows to only family and friends What kind of person can dis a band that deserves to get big? I hate