Cris Cab, Wyclef Jean, Mavado - Rihanna's Gun lyrics
[Cris Cab, Wyclef Jean, Mavado - Rihanna's Gun lyrics]
When a woman’s fed up, your car gets keyed up
She'll call 911, and police they show up
They don’t need no reason
To put you in prison
She gives the orderrikers Island
I used to hold you in my arms
Now you’re holding me at arms
Ticky, ticky, tock
Then their starting the alarm
Yeah, there’s a riot in the bedroom
And I don’t know if I’mma make
It alive or in the tomb
She shoot me one time, she shoot me two times
She shoot me three times
She shoot me four times
And it feels like I've been
Hit with Rihanna’s gun! Oh, one time
Oh, two times oh, three times
Oh, four times
And I never got the chance to apologize!
So baby girl, these are the roses
I picked them from your garden
I’m begging for your pardon
Please take me back in the morning!
Ye ah, well these are the roses
I picked them from your garden
I’m begging for your pardon
Please take me back in the morning!
She was talking, and talking
And talking, and talking
And talking to my heart
I know she was up to something when
I saw her in the dark
Her hand was on the burner
And my things were in the yard
My hat, my shoes, my clothes
And my nylon string guitar
I told her that I loved her
But I guess it’s not enough
She sliced up my tires
So I had to take the bus
I never would admit it
So she told me we were done
She said she found a paper with
Stacy’s number on the front
She shoot me one time, she shoot me two times
She shoot me three times
She shoot me four times
And it feels like I've been
Hit with Rihanna’s gun! Oh, one time
Oh, two times oh, three times
Oh, four times
And I never got the chance to apologize!
So baby girl, these are the roses
I picked them from your garden
I’m begging for your pardon
Please take me back in the morning!
Ye ah, well these are the roses
I picked them from your garden
I’m begging for your pardon
Please take me back in the morning!
Gal how could you ever do me this
When you did shoot, make you never did miss?
Sweet words from your damn pretty lips
And you shoot up the benz
And take way me drist
You nuh see the gully life at stake
From you sleep in a bed with the snake
Get carried away by the sexy shape
And me drop asleep and wake
She captured me without a fight
Well baby girl it's quite alright
They say two wrongs, don't make it right
She say why you carry roses to a gun fight
And suddenly, I went outta sight
No guns, but roses
I picked them from your garden
I’m begging for your pardon
Please take me back in the morning!
Ye ah, well these are the roses
I picked them from your garden
I’m begging for your pardon
Please take me back in the morning!
Rihanna’s gun!
She'll call 911, and police they show up
They don’t need no reason
To put you in prison
She gives the orderrikers Island
I used to hold you in my arms
Now you’re holding me at arms
Ticky, ticky, tock
Then their starting the alarm
Yeah, there’s a riot in the bedroom
And I don’t know if I’mma make
It alive or in the tomb
She shoot me one time, she shoot me two times
She shoot me three times
She shoot me four times
And it feels like I've been
Hit with Rihanna’s gun! Oh, one time
Oh, two times oh, three times
Oh, four times
And I never got the chance to apologize!
So baby girl, these are the roses
I picked them from your garden
I’m begging for your pardon
Please take me back in the morning!
Ye ah, well these are the roses
I picked them from your garden
I’m begging for your pardon
Please take me back in the morning!
She was talking, and talking
And talking, and talking
And talking to my heart
I know she was up to something when
I saw her in the dark
Her hand was on the burner
And my things were in the yard
My hat, my shoes, my clothes
And my nylon string guitar
I told her that I loved her
But I guess it’s not enough
She sliced up my tires
So I had to take the bus
I never would admit it
So she told me we were done
She said she found a paper with
Stacy’s number on the front
She shoot me one time, she shoot me two times
She shoot me three times
She shoot me four times
And it feels like I've been
Hit with Rihanna’s gun! Oh, one time
Oh, two times oh, three times
Oh, four times
And I never got the chance to apologize!
So baby girl, these are the roses
I picked them from your garden
I’m begging for your pardon
Please take me back in the morning!
Ye ah, well these are the roses
I picked them from your garden
I’m begging for your pardon
Please take me back in the morning!
Gal how could you ever do me this
When you did shoot, make you never did miss?
Sweet words from your damn pretty lips
And you shoot up the benz
And take way me drist
You nuh see the gully life at stake
From you sleep in a bed with the snake
Get carried away by the sexy shape
And me drop asleep and wake
She captured me without a fight
Well baby girl it's quite alright
They say two wrongs, don't make it right
She say why you carry roses to a gun fight
And suddenly, I went outta sight
No guns, but roses
I picked them from your garden
I’m begging for your pardon
Please take me back in the morning!
Ye ah, well these are the roses
I picked them from your garden
I’m begging for your pardon
Please take me back in the morning!
Rihanna’s gun!