Cannon Fire (Explicit)-Kool G Rap
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[ar:Kool G Rap]
[al:Roots of Evil]
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[00:00.00]Cannon Fire (Explicit) - Kool G Rap
[00:11.27]Heyyo check it
[00:12.57]This goes out for all of the ones that's walking around here
[00:14.74]Out in the streets blindfolded
[00:16.92]Not knowin' what's really goin' on
[00:19.03]Now I'm saying
[00:19.50]These streets is a habitat baby
[00:21.17]Word up
[00:21.70]Pito
[00:23.54]In the garden of snakes ain't no breaks no mistakes
[00:26.35]Just games that's played at high stakes the next guys wake
[00:29.01]Try ta fly strait not violate if you wanna die late
[00:32.19]The tri state crime at a high rate where peoples dilate
[00:35.19]Gun shots that make the block vibrate it shook niggas migrate
[00:38.83]Some die by fate yo niggas cry hate
[00:41.04]A fly facer get they thighs scraped
[00:42.93]And little pus that's why raped
[00:44.64]A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake
[00:46.92]A young ni**a try ta fly capes and get caught on the FBI tape
[00:50.49]In verse of the State
[00:51.64]Lost the case and gotta fry date
[00:53.29]Ninety ninety eight day of July eighth
[00:55.57]Some cats get ta stack the hot papes
[00:57.47]Live in the skyscrapes
[00:58.16]Go ta airline buy flyin' states
[01:00.16]Where they can hibernate and operate
[01:02.17]Impregnate some chinky eyed mate
[01:04.28]Other niggas will lay the power race wit tre eight's
[01:06.58]Try to apply weight and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate
[01:10.09]Cannon fire light up the town
[01:11.74]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
[01:14.71]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down
[01:17.49]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
[01:20.39]Son how that sound
[01:21.56]Cannon fire light up the town
[01:23.23]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
[01:26.22]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down
[01:29.01]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
[01:31.89]Son how that sound
[01:32.87]It's like a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon
[01:35.59]Keep your mind calm your nine on me hard ta find harm
[01:38.55]Peep the crime dons rolling wit ex cons holdin' they out rons
[01:41.72]And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds
[01:44.37]Like it was red dawn bodies get found around without the heads on
[01:47.64]Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead on
[01:50.50]What's left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
[01:53.33]Wit those that blew trough go get they body filled wit electrons
[01:56.11]The tec drawns the ones that live foul they're leavin' wet moms
[01:59.14]Wit lead charms put her ta bed wit her head drawn
[02:01.80]Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the dead fawns
[02:04.68]Caught in the dead wrong found they way ran into the feds arms
[02:07.38]Yo
[02:07.79]Cannon fire light up the town
[02:09.35]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
[02:12.46]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down
[02:15.28]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
[02:18.14]Son how that sound
[02:19.29]Cannon fire light up the town
[02:21.02]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
[02:23.91]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down
[02:26.78]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
[02:29.71]Son how that sound
[02:30.64]For steady cash flows niggas'll blast you past the astros
[02:33.34]Blow you like afros the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough
[02:36.53]They splash foes red as tabasco they lay your asshole where the grass grow
[02:40.40]Running wit armies like they castro
[02:42.15]Them donny brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes
[02:45.04]Keeping 'em half froze put in shiny boxes rocking they last clothes
[02:48.25]The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast
[02:50.83]Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows
[02:53.81]And broken glass globes the dip chicks slicker than gastro
[02:56.50]Who bag a slash blow
[02:57.65]And spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove
[02:59.87]That's mastro's cats in the astros
[03:01.65]Who ain't afraid ta let they gats go
[03:03.29]The paper dash bros loving the flash though
[03:05.58]And pass mo'
[03:06.62]Stash rolls count me like math pros
[03:08.53]And crash low soda PoPo's don't step all up in they path yo
[03:11.23]Them cats go that's smack on the back burner but keeping the gas low
[03:14.24]When task rolls they snatch his a** mows moving too a** slow
[ar:Kool G Rap]
[al:Roots of Evil]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]Cannon Fire (Explicit) - Kool G Rap
[00:11.27]Heyyo check it
[00:12.57]This goes out for all of the ones that's walking around here
[00:14.74]Out in the streets blindfolded
[00:16.92]Not knowin' what's really goin' on
[00:19.03]Now I'm saying
[00:19.50]These streets is a habitat baby
[00:21.17]Word up
[00:21.70]Pito
[00:23.54]In the garden of snakes ain't no breaks no mistakes
[00:26.35]Just games that's played at high stakes the next guys wake
[00:29.01]Try ta fly strait not violate if you wanna die late
[00:32.19]The tri state crime at a high rate where peoples dilate
[00:35.19]Gun shots that make the block vibrate it shook niggas migrate
[00:38.83]Some die by fate yo niggas cry hate
[00:41.04]A fly facer get they thighs scraped
[00:42.93]And little pus that's why raped
[00:44.64]A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake
[00:46.92]A young ni**a try ta fly capes and get caught on the FBI tape
[00:50.49]In verse of the State
[00:51.64]Lost the case and gotta fry date
[00:53.29]Ninety ninety eight day of July eighth
[00:55.57]Some cats get ta stack the hot papes
[00:57.47]Live in the skyscrapes
[00:58.16]Go ta airline buy flyin' states
[01:00.16]Where they can hibernate and operate
[01:02.17]Impregnate some chinky eyed mate
[01:04.28]Other niggas will lay the power race wit tre eight's
[01:06.58]Try to apply weight and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate
[01:10.09]Cannon fire light up the town
[01:11.74]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
[01:14.71]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down
[01:17.49]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
[01:20.39]Son how that sound
[01:21.56]Cannon fire light up the town
[01:23.23]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
[01:26.22]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down
[01:29.01]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
[01:31.89]Son how that sound
[01:32.87]It's like a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon
[01:35.59]Keep your mind calm your nine on me hard ta find harm
[01:38.55]Peep the crime dons rolling wit ex cons holdin' they out rons
[01:41.72]And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds
[01:44.37]Like it was red dawn bodies get found around without the heads on
[01:47.64]Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead on
[01:50.50]What's left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
[01:53.33]Wit those that blew trough go get they body filled wit electrons
[01:56.11]The tec drawns the ones that live foul they're leavin' wet moms
[01:59.14]Wit lead charms put her ta bed wit her head drawn
[02:01.80]Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the dead fawns
[02:04.68]Caught in the dead wrong found they way ran into the feds arms
[02:07.38]Yo
[02:07.79]Cannon fire light up the town
[02:09.35]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
[02:12.46]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down
[02:15.28]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
[02:18.14]Son how that sound
[02:19.29]Cannon fire light up the town
[02:21.02]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
[02:23.91]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down
[02:26.78]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
[02:29.71]Son how that sound
[02:30.64]For steady cash flows niggas'll blast you past the astros
[02:33.34]Blow you like afros the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough
[02:36.53]They splash foes red as tabasco they lay your asshole where the grass grow
[02:40.40]Running wit armies like they castro
[02:42.15]Them donny brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes
[02:45.04]Keeping 'em half froze put in shiny boxes rocking they last clothes
[02:48.25]The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast
[02:50.83]Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows
[02:53.81]And broken glass globes the dip chicks slicker than gastro
[02:56.50]Who bag a slash blow
[02:57.65]And spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove
[02:59.87]That's mastro's cats in the astros
[03:01.65]Who ain't afraid ta let they gats go
[03:03.29]The paper dash bros loving the flash though
[03:05.58]And pass mo'
[03:06.62]Stash rolls count me like math pros
[03:08.53]And crash low soda PoPo's don't step all up in they path yo
[03:11.23]Them cats go that's smack on the back burner but keeping the gas low
[03:14.24]When task rolls they snatch his a** mows moving too a** slow
