Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gun In Your Mouth , by - La Coka Nostra. Song from the album A Brand You Can Trust, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопGun In Your Mouth |
| For all the Charlestown bank robbers |
| This one’s for you! |
| I’mma rob a bank then I’m a bounce down south |
| With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth |
| Stick up the dope man, y’all know what the fuck I’m about |
| With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth |
| Run your whole shit, stash box under the couch |
| With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth |
| Run up in your mama’s house and air everyone out |
| With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth |
| Let’s smoke a bundle of embalming fluid |
| Stick an armored car up, I’m a climb into it |
| All I need is an eight-ball and nine to do it |
| I’ll put the fucking driver in the trauma unit or |
| I know some wannabes sloppy with keys |
| With coke and cash in the crib, probably trees |
| We’ll get em drunk, passed out and copy his keys |
| Open his door, rope up his whore and then breeze |
| I know the time for a robbery |
| Is very long but it really doesn’t bother me |
| I need to get rich, bitch cause I’m drug sick |
| I got a mask, gloves, gun, and a thug clique |
| Fuck a pig cop faggot or a mug flick |
| We get away clean, we’ll never be seen |
| And this is the American dream |
| So we fight for it, kill for it, whatever it means |
| It’s the iron man with the nine in his hand |
| Got my mind on my plan cause I grind for the fam |
| Kick in the door waving the four-four |
| Run the kush and the cash, get your ass on the floor |
| Ties his hands around his back with extension cords |
| He was slipping backstage at the Source Awards |
| I call DMS, you call EMS, FDNY, NYPD |
| We get high committing strong-armed robberies |
| Don’t matter if it’s crack, heroin or trees |
| When the gun’s in your face, you gonna open the safe |
| Unless you really wanna know how a bullet’ll taste |
| I pull hammers like double aces |
| My Desert Eagle’s in your fucking faces |
| It’s Billy Crystal, the fucking greatest |
| A really cool guy, run up on you shooting nines |
| A fucking idiot, I ain’t afraid to do time |
| Addicted to money, I ain’t afraid to do crime |
| Addicted to pussy, X-rated with two dimes |
| I fall asleep at night clutching the biscuit |
| Hiding the kilo of cocaine in a bucket of chicken |
| Listen, we big earners with big burners, a bunch of murderers |
| Fuck a heater, I’ll beat you to death with furniture |
| Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen bitch |
| We the shit, motherfucker this is it |
| We the real thing, we bring Scorsese to reality |
| I turn horrifying behavior into salaries |
| I jump out a helicopter and pop ya |
| Run up on you while you’re in Burger King eating a Whopper |
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