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L A Guns Do You Love Me

Do you love me, do you love me Do you love me, really love me Do you love me, do you love me Do you love me, really love me Do you love me, do you love

I'm out here in Milan I need you to come get wit' me aight? Yeah, I got somethin', I need you to do Call up the rest of the crew, I'll see you there

.D You made me,now your kids rave me I rap about the life that the city streets gave me Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed Miami Vice is small time,L.A

Star Wars space gun Though, that ain't how they come my friend make 'em Sleek wit 'em like a L.A. nigga, love is day tons They talk shit you nigga where

When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) Could you tell me where you run to? (When the L.A.P.D. see you ridin

over now) You gon' change me, how? What you thought would happen When they chained me to Fame and Styles You ask in the hood about it, all it can be is L

lead the fuckin' life Large dollars, guns and ice Is nothin' you know my weight and the price of it You know how the Q dogs do cousin We don't follow

Man look hurr homie, I'm from the "Show Me" And uh, you need to show me what you talkin' about What all that gawkin' about, or you just runnin' your

lookin' pretty Asked around you got a Range, boy I been had wheels Aiyyo you think you gotta little change, yeah my dirties love me truly I remember you