Sioen Son Of A Gun
The man he's a son of a gun
He's waving that stick in the air
'till the dawn
He's a son of a gun
The man he's a son of a gun
He's firing bullets with his tongue,
'till he's done
He's a son of a gun
The man brought up in the hood
Violence is a drug, a ganja
He's a son of a gun
A man, a boy, a brother, a son
A father, a kid, a bullet, a gun
He's a son of a gun
A life to live, love to give
The moon, the sun, a bullet, a gun
He's a son of a gun
