Lyrics Westside Gunn – Salute
Text:
Westside Gunn:
Got McQueen rollin’ in his grave (uh)
Robert Keller straps on the K’s (uh)
T By tee by Alexander Wang, niggas gettin’ dap off of cocaine
Two dollars for the Christians, creases in my tans for my visits
S.E. Gang, we the wicked, we gon’ get rich if it’s delicious
Blowin’ $300 just on commissary
Step on Giuseppes get your momma buried
Rose gold rosaries, Hail Mary
Three hots & the cot, I was cell sharin’
Messhall talk gettin’ dope numbers
Me and Sos plottin’ on a whole summer
When Cam was locked up I was road runnin’
High points for 400, let me hold something
S.E. Gang, we the wicked, we gon’ get rich if it’s delicious
Blowin’ $300 just on commissary
Step on Giuseppes get your momma buried
Rose gold rosaries, Hail Mary
Three hots & the cot, I was cell sharin’
Messhall talk gettin’ dope numbers
Me and Sos plottin’ on a whole summer
When Cam was locked up I was road runnin’
High points for 400, let me hold something
Yo, Bibby got shot, Vino got shot (salute)
Black got shot, Nuck got shot (salute)
Banky got shot, Miguel got shot (salute)
D Black got shot, Machine got shot (salute)
Pops got shot, D Boy got shot (salute)
Will got shot, Hammer got shot (salute)
Shy got shot, Leon got shot (salute)
Aqua got shot, Homie got shot (salute)
Kiki locked up, Sly locked up (salute)
Ike locked up, Brick locked up (salute)
Cali just went back, he got locked up (salute)
40 locked up, DC locked up (salute)
Irie locked up, T Dot locked up
Tito locked up
Adolf Hitler:
Der sechste Parteitag der Bewegung geht zu Ende
Was für Millionen Deutsche, die außerhalb unserer Reihen stehen, vielleicht nur als imposantestes Schauspiel politischer Machtentfaltung gewertet wird, war für die Hunderttausende der Kämpfer unendlich mehr
