Текст песни Beastie Boys - Looking Down The Barrel Of A Gun
Beastie Boys - Looking Down The Barrel Of A Gun слова песни
Rolling down the hill snowballing getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed I watched the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
24 is my age 22 is my gauge
Writing rhymes on a page going off in a rage
Out on a mission a stolen car mission
Had a little problem with the transmission
3 on the tree in the middle of the night
I have this steak on my head cause I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases take the good with the bad
You bought those coins on the street and you got had
It`s all high spirit you know you gotta hear it
Don`t touch the mic baby don`t come near it
It`s gonna get you it`s gonna get you
It`s gonna get you girl it`s gonna get you
Looking down the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun son of a bitch
Getting paid getting rich
Ultra violence running through my head
Fuzzy navel y`all making me see red
Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets
I`m a gonna die harder like my kid Bruce Willis Drummond
I love girlies waxing and milking
Got more excuses than my man Dave Scilkin
Predetermined destiny is who I am
You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am
Like Clockwork Orange going off on the town
I`ve got posse bonanza to beat your ass down
I`m mad at my desk and I`m writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You`re a headless chicken chasin` a sucker free basin
Looking for a fist to put your face in
Get hip don`t slip knuckle heads
Racism is schism on the serious tip