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  • Текст песни La Coka Nostra - Gun In Your Mouth

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    [Intro: Slaine]

    For the Georgetown bank robbers, this one's for you. C'mon.

    [Chorus: Ill Bill]

    I'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down south
    With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
    Stick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm about
    With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth

    Run your whole shit, stash box under the couch
    With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
    Run up in your momma's house and air everyone out
    With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth

    [Verse 1: Slaine]

    Let's smoke a bundle of embalming fluid
    Stick an armoured car up, I'mma climb into it
    All I need is an eightball and nine to do it
    I'll put the fucking driver in the trauma unit
    I know some wannabes sloppy with keys
    With coke and cash in the crib, probably trees
    We'll get em drunk, passed out then copy his keys
    Open his door, rope up his whore and then breeze
    I know the time for a robbery
    Is very long but it really doesn't bother me
    I need to get rich, bitch cause I'm drug sick
    I got a mask, gloves, gun and a thug clique
    Fuck a pig cop faggot or a mug flick
    We get away clean, we'll never be seen
    And this is the American dream
    So we fight for it, kill for it, whatever it means

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2: Everlast]

    It's the ironman with the nine in his hand
    Got my mind on my plan cause I grind for the fam
    Kick in the door waving the four-four
    Run the kush and the cash, get your ass on the floor
    Ties his hands around his back with extension cords
    He was slipping backstage at the Source Awards
    I call DMS, you call EMS, FDNY, NYPD
    We get high committing strong-armed robberies
    Don't matter if it's crack, heroin, or trees
    When the gun's in your face, you gonna open the safe
    Unless you really wanna know how a bullet'll taste

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3: Ill Bill]

    I pull hammers like double aces, my Desert Eagle's in your fucking faces
    It's Billy Crystal, the fucking greatest
    A really cool guy, run up on you shoot nines
    A fucking idiot, I ain't afraid to do time
    Addicted to money, I ain't afraid to do crime
    Addicted to pussy, X-rated with two dimes
    I fall asleep at night clutching the biscuit
    Hiding the kilo, the cocaine, and a bucket of chicken
    Listen, we big earners with big burners, a bunch of murderers
    Fuck a heater, I'll beat you to death with furniture
    Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen bitch
    We the shit, motherfucker this is it
    We the real thing, we bring Scorsese to reality
    I turn horrifying behaviour into salaries
    I jump out a helicopter and pop ya
    Run up by you while you're in Burger King eating a Whopper

    [Chorus]

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