Homeboy Sandman - Gun Control lyrics
[Homeboy Sandman - Gun Control lyrics]
Cock back
Another record where they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy
But cats don't ever believe me
You ever wonder why they cock back and
Make a record while they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy
But cats don't ever believe me
For the record i rather would spit a ac
Than hop up on a record with a trigger cock
It make me think of the
Itchy fingers of killer cops
Make me think of the brutal
Killers of big and pac
I don't care if i win the
Tenth of a mil or not
Fuck the filler i'm spilling the
Feelings that i really got
They say i hopped on my high horse
Well giddyup they done gave me op
Am i supposed to diddy bop, giddy
When sean caught 50 shots? And biddies
Cower under millies while they pray to God
Don't leave em, relieve em from the demon
Digging in they crotch and pleading
Don't let the demon leave no
Semen for the swab
He skeet in em seed he might
Leave a fetus without a pops
Who threatened to pop the heater
Forced his penis into moms
How can a evil that lead to so many sobs
And screaming repeatedly be featured
In so many songs?
Cock back
Another record where they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy
But cats don't ever believe me
You ever wonder why they cock back and
Make a record while they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy
But cats don't ever believe me
Before burners we shot five
Really had to be a tough guy before shots fly
I mean shots flew 'fore every coward got to
Stand behind his own
Tool we stood on our own two
Now it's new school it's run
By these new coons
New students is tutored on how
Shooters is so cool
Run to your computer load up
Your protools with clips
Of clips being unloaded unload
On your whole tune i can't do it
It's loco to include it when
Brown humans are dumped
In basura with skulls exuding the white meat
Red seas seeping through white tees, i'm
Tryna do the right thing
Kinda like spike lee
Think what it do to your psyche
Seeing a melon looking like a
Melted cherry italian icey
Shit how much longer can i say this politely
We're talking taking life
It's not to be taken lightly
Cock back
Another record where they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy
But cats don't ever believe me
You ever wonder why they cock back and
Make a record while they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy
But cats don't ever believe me
I don't hear no gunshots in pop songs
I hear a lot of gunshots in hip hop songs
Which makes it obvious that
Something is going wrong
And also makes it obvious there's
Something else going on
It's only tracks associated with
Blacks you're gonna
Come across these constant clicks and clacks
The consequence is sick and sad
We all taken for a ride, six flags
The major players is here to take
They not here to give
You hear these records playing while
You're laying in your crib
If different iron is firing
Every time you listen
Conclusion is the illusion that's how we live
Which mean your tike is more
Likely to live it
Which makes it that much more likely
He's ending up in prison
'cause selling records ain't the
Only way they paid
In fact it's nothing next to the
Cake off the legally enslaved peace
Another record where they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy
But cats don't ever believe me
You ever wonder why they cock back and
Make a record while they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy
But cats don't ever believe me
For the record i rather would spit a ac
Than hop up on a record with a trigger cock
It make me think of the
Itchy fingers of killer cops
Make me think of the brutal
Killers of big and pac
I don't care if i win the
Tenth of a mil or not
Fuck the filler i'm spilling the
Feelings that i really got
They say i hopped on my high horse
Well giddyup they done gave me op
Am i supposed to diddy bop, giddy
When sean caught 50 shots? And biddies
Cower under millies while they pray to God
Don't leave em, relieve em from the demon
Digging in they crotch and pleading
Don't let the demon leave no
Semen for the swab
He skeet in em seed he might
Leave a fetus without a pops
Who threatened to pop the heater
Forced his penis into moms
How can a evil that lead to so many sobs
And screaming repeatedly be featured
In so many songs?
Cock back
Another record where they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy
But cats don't ever believe me
You ever wonder why they cock back and
Make a record while they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy
But cats don't ever believe me
Before burners we shot five
Really had to be a tough guy before shots fly
I mean shots flew 'fore every coward got to
Stand behind his own
Tool we stood on our own two
Now it's new school it's run
By these new coons
New students is tutored on how
Shooters is so cool
Run to your computer load up
Your protools with clips
Of clips being unloaded unload
On your whole tune i can't do it
It's loco to include it when
Brown humans are dumped
In basura with skulls exuding the white meat
Red seas seeping through white tees, i'm
Tryna do the right thing
Kinda like spike lee
Think what it do to your psyche
Seeing a melon looking like a
Melted cherry italian icey
Shit how much longer can i say this politely
We're talking taking life
It's not to be taken lightly
Cock back
Another record where they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy
But cats don't ever believe me
You ever wonder why they cock back and
Make a record while they squeezin'
I say they trynna make it easy
But cats don't ever believe me
I don't hear no gunshots in pop songs
I hear a lot of gunshots in hip hop songs
Which makes it obvious that
Something is going wrong
And also makes it obvious there's
Something else going on
It's only tracks associated with
Blacks you're gonna
Come across these constant clicks and clacks
The consequence is sick and sad
We all taken for a ride, six flags
The major players is here to take
They not here to give
You hear these records playing while
You're laying in your crib
If different iron is firing
Every time you listen
Conclusion is the illusion that's how we live
Which mean your tike is more
Likely to live it
Which makes it that much more likely
He's ending up in prison
'cause selling records ain't the
Only way they paid
In fact it's nothing next to the
Cake off the legally enslaved peace