Gasoline lyrics
Song information
Artist: No Cash Album: Run Your Pockets
Lyrics
No cash you don't wanna fuck with me I burn churches like persons in the 3rd degree With the strike of a match hit the gasoline Drop pills! drugs kill? it's worth the thrill Started in the nazo pit "quick to draw" Sharp like a blade, we'll cut ya like a chainsaw Drink yo blood by the pitcher until we feel drunk Grind yer fuckin' bones to lace my blunt, punk! Snap back, crackle, pop! motherfuck the cops Always stayin on my toes when I walk the block Cuz when I go to the store I bring my own discount Cause I'm sick of payin money to suck corporate cock Yo I know my spanish is rusty but my english is olde 40 down grab yourself an ice cold colt 45 Feelin' alive drunk as fuck in the daylight Ready to die!!! Nazo step to this wont slit yer wrist Cross it off the list unless yer gonna Throw a punch it'll break your fist man up duck down Cause the caps wont miss Bust 6 shots on an undacova cop They're all crooked mother fuckers and aint gonna stop So hold yo ground down and run your own town Down with the man let the drums sound I'll pierce your heart with accurate precision, split decision Yo, I'm sinnin and I'm grinnin' yo fuck religion Fucked up got a vision so listen Do what makes me happy not for money or attention Flying on a 40 thats how I get down! You say yer the king but im wearin the crown High on my throne sniffin lines making deals Got a chef in the kitchen, cooking my last meal
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"Run Your Pockets" album track list
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