Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guns, artist - Raashan Ahmad. Album song Ceremony, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.04.2013
Record label: Jakarta
Song language: English
Guns |
| guns in your section guns in your scene |
| guns in the air get the loot take the cream |
| Pakistan Africa Chi-town Oakland |
| guns by the cop make a mama dream broken |
| blood on the dance floor drama at the school |
| shots from the glock show a crack in the cool |
| everybody drop everbody drop |
| and nobody safe suburbs to the block |
| you hear the gun cock click call it bloody murder |
| chalk’s on the street from the beef no burgers |
| words so dead up the gun clappin |
| back in the day used to settle with the scrappin |
| John Wayne Rambo gangland hooligans |
| presidential military war Afghanistan |
| blood for the power gun protect scene |
| bullets from the barrel for a barrel gasoline |
| we fiend for the glock semi auto double gauge |
| gun death no breath gone from grenades |
| gun for revenge body full of malice |
| daddy got a gun gotta protect the palace |
| junior got the strap guess who got the juice now |
| used to be a herb now words got a new style |
| crazy conflict licking off shots |
| couple in the air you can scare the whole block |
| guns |
| CHORUS |
| dirt on his heels wind on his back |
| laughter silenced from the police strap it went |
| buck buck buck buck |
| booyaka shot |
| buck buck buck buck |
| booyaka shot |
| dirt on her heels wind on her back |
| laughter silenced by the drone attack it went |
| buck buck buck buck |
| booyaka shot |
| buck buck buck buck |
| booyaka shot |
| VERSE 2. |
| playing with her dolls her brother laying on the ground |
| laughter the only sound until they heard the sirens |
| the scream from her mama people lost up in the panic |
| playing coming to an end and somehow its systematic |
| a tragic way to end the day she turned up on her heels |
| she stopped to see her brother finding cover in the hills |
| she looked up in the sky and seeing what’s about to happen |
| her innocence immediately lost she seen the passion |
| her papa on her knees what she saw |
| he said he said protect my family inshallah |
| and then the first bomb second bomb third bomb hit |
| her father gone mama gone brother gone sits |
| in the rubble of her home dolls in her hand |
| drone flew away alone with no fam |
| victim of the politics and victim of the media |
| and military mix up to bomb the wrong area |
| CHORUS |
| dirt on his heels wind on his back |
| laughter silenced from the police strap it went |
| buck buck buck buck |
| booyaka shot |
| buck buck buck buck |
| booyaka shot |
| dirt on her heels wind on her back |
| laughter silenced by the drone attack it went |
| buck buck buck buck |
| booyaka shot |
| buck buck buck buck |
| booyaka shot |