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La Guns Let There Be Rock

let there be sound There was sound Let there be light There was light Let there be drums There was drums Let there be guitar There was guitar Let there be

it 'Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks 'cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to be good

to do is get your money and stay out the way Hustla of the year damn right let's be very clear If u sell them bricks to rocks and stones now it's Belvedere

fine Like a tambourine with rocks, you just shine Be a real bitch, let me hit it from behind Which bed you wanna climb? No relationship Is worth the pussy one time Let

the stores with heavy bags 'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags We arose, let's go So fresh so clean like 'Kast Jay-Z be poppin' tags

be retreaters While Mamasitas carry real heaters I rock the Dooby And L rocks the Nubian twists 96 Muthafuckas gettin' dissed Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns

in the way We can let the guns say "'Scuse you" (Come on you lames) At the end of the day We just trying to find our way And I might be a come up (Nice

Bone and Biggie, Biggie Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***,

best, there's a dance vibe best, then he can swerve. And servin' enemies, seeks on the side of the chimmeny trees, see a track to the back, strap guns