Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guns n Roses, artist - Ras Kass. Album song Soul on Ice 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Guns n Roses |
| Oh, the gods are now preparing |
| For the feast that waits us all |
| Uh, uh, here come the drums |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Uh, uh, here come the drums |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) |
| First the 4−5 kicks (Uh), then comes the coroner |
| Next call is the florist, mama wanna speak to you |
| The bitch need a summoner, John-freakin'-Edwards |
| A medium after the reaper came and greeted him (Woo) |
| Niggas is light in the ass, probably shit helium (Yeah) |
| The cocaine’s Columbian, my bitch Argentinian (Hahahaha) |
| What, Elmer Fudd’s in the club? |
| Told you, ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun (Blaow) |
| You acting like the Man of Steel, and force a man to kill |
| Or become the man of wheels |
| Paralyzing by slipping on a banana peel, God damn, I’m real |
| Casper the Friendly when I finally rode a Phantom here (Woo) |
| Born-day cakes to wakes and a cold case |
| You no face, just wilting carnations in a old vase |
| Tuck in, make a man-gina, stay in a ho place |
| I walk in the booth and paint on The Crow face |
| Another bastard casket closes |
| First come the guns, and next is the motherfuckin' roses |
| Another bastard casket closes |
| First come the guns, and next is the motherfuckin' roses |
| I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up |
| I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up |
| I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up |
| I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up |
| I know you heard of me (Ghost) niggas refer to me |
| As 'Mr. |
| Lay-em Down' or put his ass up in surgery |
| Get your gas mask, Fame, Billy and Ras Kass |
| And myself, I’ll leave your ass in a trash bag |
| Hock-ptoo' on him, let the bullet follow the phlegm |
| The gem is like a pen so I drew on him (Artwork) |
| This is artwork, shit’ll get dark first |
| Before I leave, I hit the automatic start first (Boop) |
| Y’all niggas fruity like Starburst |
| Before I shoot the gun, I had to drag it a 100 yards first |
| Next comes the roses, the preachers to read the Proverbs |
| Fuck around and leave your conversation on your Converse (Fuck around) |
| Your reflexes on your Reeboks |
| Nerves on your Nikes 'cause I’m nice with the G-lock (I'm nice) |
| Guns and roses motherfuckers (Guns and roses) |
| Nobody opposes, motherfuckers |
| Another bastard casket closes |
| First come the guns, and next is the motherfuckin' roses |
| Another bastard casket closes |
| First come the guns, and next is the motherfuckin' roses |
| I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up |
| I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up |
| I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up |
| I lay that boy down, he ain’t gone get back up |