99 Year Blues - Digitally Mastered - August 1988
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Lyrics
Well, now give me my pistol, man And three round balls I'm gonna shoot everybody That I don't like at all Like at all, like at all Like at all, like at all Gotta .38 special, man and .45 frame You know the thing don't miss 'Cause I got dead aim Got dead aim, got dead aim Got dead aim, got dead aim Well, the world is a drag And my friends can't vote Gonna make me a connection And score some dope Go, get high, go, get high Go, get high, go, get high
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:59
- Key
- 11
- Tempo
- 184 BPM