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Gavin Rossdale - Текст песни Another Body Drops
[Verse One]
 My first mission
 Running through the hood with small jacks
 My memories popping in my head recall that
 Late night creeping through the alley with six dudes
 Scraped up everybody focused no mixed views
 The sawed off pump in my hand with two shells
 The other four homies on the scene with cocktails
 One nigga looking for po po
 Someone looking through windows
 The doorbells go followed by the pump and gas bomb
 Adrenaline pumped up
 Still I remain calm
 House lit up
 You can see it for eight blocks
 Running through the hood
 Running from them fake cops
 They gave chase but they couldnt cover the streets up
 We broke out ran into the spot to meet up
 Strapped down cover up the tracks
 And back home
 Lay low earn me a strap
 Perfect
 [Chorus 4X]
 Shoot Em Up Bang Bang
 Another body drop
 You can't stop the hip-hop
 [Verse Two]
 I'll hit your block up
 Better lock up
 Fuck the gangsta shit, it don't stop a
 I'm mad dog with the bomb in the regal
 Going to the mall, and kill all your people
 Coast to coast, and a lil more evil
 The maniac killer
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 Ride the block with m16
 44 mag
 Fit this here hand grenade
 I'll break it off right quick
 Niggaz be duckin when they see my bucket
 Roll down their block they high they say fuck it
 Jump back and forth
 Like a assassin
 30 yards with the inferred action
 True pistolire
 Black Doc Holiday
 Just a true raider of the modern day
[Chorus 4X]
 [Verse Three]
 I ran all missions
 When I was a youth so thoughtless
 G ride no fingerprints, its spotless
 6 4 sitting on easy we got this
 Rag top down like a stripper we topless
 See me hit the corner you melt down
 Slugs fly thugf die moment you fell down
 Somebody screaming yo get the hell down
 I'm certified nigga, where you sitting is spell bound
 Your dogs walking, just hearing the hell hounds
 Burn you with the heaters spitting out 12 rounds
 Its life in the hood
 No escaping the gun play
 One day I'm out, gotta figure out some way
 Rats in the park
 Dark scattering thugs spray
 Got you locked in, not one slug was stray
 I found ways out, but it seems to be one way
 Gotta duck my darts back until Sunday
[Chorus 4X]










