Sitting here in my electric chair I've got a lot on my mind I see you through the mirror Got me hypnotized What's wrong with me, has got a lot to do
Превод: LA Guns. Хипнотизирани.
I'm quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother Love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer From growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch
a circle, everybody, it?s goin' down Give you Hypnotiq to get you erotic And then I take you somewhere exotic Where we can blow chronic A full clip for a
's just for you, All my guns, Swingin niggas from L.A.To New York, Who ain't havin it?Let the picture spray And we talk, Cause a nigga got to do,
Fuck y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming LMG (Fuck y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming Dixie Homes (Fuck y'all hoes) Don't play with the Hypnotize C A M P (A
a keep it real, don?t care how you feel I'm here to change the way you think not to make a mill Money only last so long like a played out song But when
hypnotize me Realize that the key Is for each, to master, his own destiny Deal with reality, and keep a tight focus 'Cause there's a lot we got to cope
partna's house Wit hoes in your doors bitch Ain't a killa, ain't a nigga, by the scrilla But a hustla, I'm by the struggle Keepin' the trouble, kickin' doors Guns
nigga, this is what it is Tupac cut his head bald Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!) Tupac wear a bandana You wan' wear a bandana Tupac put a
, this is what it is Tupac cut his head bald Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!) Tupac wear a bandana You wan' wear a bandana Tupac put a
ain't claiming l-o-g (fuck y'all hoes) If you ain't claiming dixi holland (fuck y'all hoes) [gangsta boo] Don't play with the hypnotize c-a-m-p (a-c)
your neck like a sports bottle Rip a rhyme full throttle, and put the sun in a clutch If you confused you can use your bad luck for a crutch So what
And smoke 'em, ya get leg broken Home, choken by roast a deli slogans To once, quick to get guns I blow ya open I'm from the L's of the Murderville Where
