Yvan Cray - Holy Gun Jaw Lyrics

Mood so fly.
Never felt better.
Girl by my side wearing
Beijing leather.
Baby may be poor
But her figure's like heaven.
Eyebrow shoot me down
Better than a Beretta,
Leave the lettuce for the Caesarrs
And the cabbage for the soup.
She favors love letters
Instead of a red coupe.
I'm Loony with a Toon
Cuttin' up a Fruity Loop.
She's baked waiting naked for
Me to come to snoop.
Dribblin' the balls I Curry through the hoop.
Yelling Hallilujah as I do the ale-oop.
We sweat out the stress
Then kick it with a boot.
Let the cigarette talk.
Light it up baby boo.
You saw me act a fool.
See me when I lose.
Still I be the asshole that you choose.
I love the way you bitch
As it all goes by.
F*ck a goodbye.
We together ride or die,
We together ride or die,
We together ride or die.
Cos' you make me so high, high...

Got us an ounce at a discount
For the Holy Gun Jaw, for the Holy Gun Jaw.
When they asking what are we about,
Say we bounce with the Holy Gun Jaw!

Got us an ounce at a discount
For the Holy Gun Jaw, for the Holy Gun Jaw.
When they asking what are we about,
Say we bounce with the Holy Gun Jaw!

Inhale, exhale!
We rolling with the hooligans who rolling Holy Gun Jaw.
Inhale, exhale!
We rolling with the hooligans who rolling Holy Gun Jaw.
Rolling Holy Gun Jaw!

Rolling up for the people!
Roll it up with an equal.
Pass it on to your loved one.
Stay tuned for the sequel.