Cannon Are you unnecessary noise? Cannon Firing on all of your toys Cannon Thinks we're the same but we are Cannon Destiny's towing your car When fire
Prevod: Self. Cannon.
Prevod: Self. Cannon (Rave-a-licious Mix).
Lyrics by: Chuck Cannon Talking heads talking to us on the television Silver screen preachers and politicians Say they got the answer first they gotta
, until I switched shit dead shit, got on some hed shit Noreaga: gimme some hed gimme some hed gimme some hed gimme some hed A yo I cock a cannon
found yet, If you beefin' with me, say your prayers, I been in gangsta shit four years, Huntin' niggas down like reindeers, Oh lord I got my muthafuckin' hands on a cannon
redrum backwards I'll see your crew and get deep So you can respect it, jump me I signed a deal with my maker Satan's my record company I got a K cannon
on the net, saying Chamillionaire ain't the best Get off the D, get off the I and let your keyboard figure the rest Cause I impress my own self, and only
no one owes you anything I think you need a shotgun blast, a kick in the ass So paranoid, watch your back Oh my, here we go Another lose cannon gone
fuckin with this powder that I sell Fuck the whole world Ima make myself, proud of my own self Tell the truth, I aint seen nothing foul as my own self Yea I?m a lose cannon
disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them out to plant life that sits and looks pretty to attract curious intersection angels when in the city that's below any self
and the fly Car wash bubble out in a grand stand land Gold dey day sip the slick and the stoute Sticky self, sticky self, bye-bye Every district bring
Switch lane-to-lane in the rover ranger Until I die, I'ma hunt for change I had to get up and off my ass Depend on self to stack my cash I'm first in
tote big chrome Uptown V.L. off top niggas bustin' domes Paper chasin', racin', to six figures The law bitchin', I'm catchin' cases totin' triggers Smokin' niggas, all they self
plannin' a vic I'm from the projects, Grey Goose, a crate on the bench Mike's Hard Lemonade'll get you amateurs bent Where I'm from they don't hesitate the cannon
mind thoughts are suspended in hate A frozen tomb earth's womb a dire state Who am I what am I where am I I cannot see I cannon feel I can't believe this
and blows don't lose no traction I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at 'em If a nigga comin' clown then I'm going get the cannon And then get
compassion. When they're at home, jobless on the streets, She doesn't give a fuck for them. Self determination and self enterprise are her big lines,
