1) The Guns were an 80’s Hardcore Punk band from Cleveland, Ohio. They started in 1982 as a way for two kids to work off their excess sugar buzz. Scott Eakin (age 12) and David Araca (age 13), of the band The Dark, formed their own side project, The Guns. They played at parties and a few shows. In ‘83 they recorded a demo and contributed 2 songs to “The New Hope”, a compilation of NE Ohio punk/hardcore bands, released by Scott’s older brother and singer for The Dark, Tom Eakin (aka Tommy Dark). The two songs led off the album and had an incredible reaction. In late 1983, Sean Saleyquit the drum chair in Starvation Army and joined The Guns as bass player. They played a ton of shows at The Pop Shop, The Lakefront, and other holes during late ‘83 and most of ‘84. The Guns recorded an album produced by Scott Lasch in ‘84 which, other than a song contributed to the “They Pelted Us With Rocks And Garbage” compilation released by Negative Print fanzine, was shelved. In late ‘84, Sean moved away from Cleveland and eventually to Washington DC to play drums for the band Government Issue. The Guns carried on with Scott Silverman on lead guitar and Bob Ries on bass through 1987. Scott Eakin went on to be in many other bands. David Araca had much success in the band False Hope. As of 2000, Scott and his brother Tom are in the Cleveland band Stepsister.
2) The Guns were formed in 2005 by the ex-frontman of Welsh post hardcore band When Reason Sleeps. The Guns are an indie/punk/2step rock band that mix heavy guitars with fast and passionate vocals.
Despite being relative newcomers they have amassed a large numbers of gigs, touring with the likes of Lostprophets, The Blackout, Kids In Glass Houses and many others. They recently played the main stage at the Full Ponty festival to much acclaim.
To date they have only one release, a 3 track EP, but have just finished production and recording of their debut full length which is rumoured to drop around autumn 2007.
Taken from their official Myspace http://www.myspace.com/gunsmusic
"The Guns are a four piece rock band from South Wales, They are Alex Wiltshire lead vocals and lead guitar, Adam J Turner on guitar and backing vocals, Tom Coburn on bass and backing vocals and Kob on drums. They have gigged extensively and toured with the LostProphets, played the main stage at the Full Ponty and were nominated for a welsh music award all in their first year. Their live shows have received critical acclaim and they have built up a massive fan base on their live performances. "
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The Guns Lyrics
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I don’t gang bang, hoe, I just gang bang these hoes
And I keep like eight jays rolled, then I face them after my shows
And I got your main thing bro, on my dangalang when she swang and hang like an orangutan
But you don’t really want a part of me, ‘cause everyone of my boys bang around.
Cocaine, cocaine, my skin white like cocaine, marked up like them ol’ trains
And I keep it hood, but this low mayne
Propane, propane, spark that shit like propane, I’m on the east side of my domain
Now hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?
Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach
Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G? (I Do)
‘Cause I don’t remember them bitches but them hoes remember me.
Holla back two phones, I don’t call shit, wild boy, ‘cause I start shit
Rager ‘cause I moshpit and this A stands for anarchist
My heart is Antarctic, burn one and get car sick
Floating like a carpet, bitch, I’m higher than a starship
Tatted up so I can't work, you would think I got paid first
Tear that pussy out the frame, you would think that bitch gave birth
All these sins you would think that I hate church
And they said, “Thou shalt not steal”, but fuck that, I’ll take her.
Now hold up, shut up, who remembers my come up?
Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach
Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G? (I Do)
‘Cause I don’t remember them bitches but them hoes remember me.
Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up.
Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G?
‘Cause I don’t remember them bitches but them hoes remember me.
I don’t remember these hoes, I don’t remember these niggas
Fuck niggas, bitches too, all I see is these figures
I got Versace on, Versace lights, I ain’t seeing these niggas
Chances here, chances are three on three with these niggas.
Look, all bark no bite, all wrap no white
Two of her friends get with my friends so we can be friends well alright
Machine gun, we got one, machine gun I got one
See me, I’m a real nigga, burnt ass nigga, he not one
Straight choppin’ me, no bite, eighteen dwarf niggas, Snow White
You can bet a nigga if I said a nigga, ten out of ten, it’s no white
Tell me what’s not in [?] I hate, what a real handsome nigga, now wait
Treat my ‘rari like I’m in a roller derby, put the shoes on and I skate
Say you don’t like me, nigga, you know me, nigga
See a sound of me, that’s hate
Say you wanna rap about it, wanna talk about it, now leave the city, that’s fake
Say it’s coming back and this locking up sound like to me, that’s fake
Say you don’t rock with me, you don’t fuck with me,
Stay you fuck around me, that’s great
Hold up
Now hold up, shut up, who remembers my come up?
Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach
Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G? (I Do)
‘Cause I don’t remember them bitches but them hoes remember me.
The Guns's song Shut Up is a hard-hitting rap song that shows the arrogance and confidence of the rapper. The first verse talks about how the rapper has no interest in gang banging, and instead prefers to have sexual relations with women. The rapper boasts about smoking marijuana before his shows and having a woman hanging off him like an "orangutan." The chorus "Hold on, shut up" emphasizes the rapper's authority and power in the situation.
The second verse delves into the rapper's rise from poverty to success, reminiscing about when he had no food for his stomach and haters abounded. The third verse returns to the braggadocious tone of the first, with the rapper talking about his Versace clothing and ability to make money. The chorus "Hold on, shut up" is repeated, emphasizing the rapper's power and authority.
Overall, Shut Up is a song that glorifies the rapper's confidence and success, while simultaneously putting down those who doubted him in the past.
Line by Line Meaning
Look here
Pay attention
I don’t gang bang, hoe, I just gang bang these hoes
I don't participate in gang activities, but I attract a lot of attention from women
And I keep like eight jays rolled, then I face them after my shows
I have eight marijuana cigarettes ready for me after my shows
And I got your main thing bro, on my dangalang when she swang and hang like an orangutan
I have your girlfriend hanging onto me like an orangutan
But you don’t really want a part of me, ‘cause everyone of my boys bang around.
You don't want to mess with me or my friends
Cocaine, cocaine, my skin white like cocaine, marked up like them ol’ trains
My skin is pale like cocaine and marked up like trains
And I keep it hood, but this low mayne
I keep it real, but also keep a low profile
Propane, propane, spark that shit like propane, I’m on the east side of my domain
I light up my substances like propane and am in control of my territory
Bitch I kick more shit than Liu Kang.
I handle more things than a martial arts master
Now hold on, shut up, who remembers my come up?
Wait a moment and listen to how I made it to where I am now
Who remembers my broke ass when I had no food for my stomach
Who remembers when I was struggling and couldn't even afford food
Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it G? (I Do)
I remember my haters when I was being true to myself
‘Cause I don’t remember them bitches but them hoes remember me.
I don't remember negative people, but they remember me for my success
Holla back two phones, I don’t call shit, wild boy, ‘cause I start shit
I have two phones but don't talk to anyone, because I'm a wild troublemaker
Rager ‘cause I moshpit and this A stands for anarchist
I'm a wild partier, enjoy mosh pits, and consider myself an anarchist
My heart is Antarctic, burn one and get car sick
I have a cold heart, and smoking makes me nauseous
Floating like a carpet, bitch, I’m higher than a starship
I feel like I'm flying and am extremely high
Tatted up so I can't work, you would think I got paid first
I have so many tattoos that it affects my job prospects, but it looks like I'm already rich
Tear that pussy out the frame, you would think that bitch gave birth
I have rough sex and leave women exhausted
All these sins you would think that I hate church
I have committed many sins and may seem like I'm against religion
And they said, “Thou shalt not steal”, but fuck that, I’ll take her.
Although stealing is wrong, I'll still try to steal a woman
I don’t remember these hoes, I don’t remember these niggas
I don't remember anyone who isn't important to me
Fuck niggas, bitches too, all I see is these figures
I only care about money and not people
I got Versace on, Versace lights, I ain’t seeing these niggas
I'm wearing expensive designer clothes and ignoring everyone else
Chances here, chances are three on three with these niggas.
I'm willing to fight with three people on my side
Look, all bark no bite, all wrap no white
I talk big but don't follow through, and have no cocaine
Two of her friends get with my friends so we can be friends well alright
I try to lead women to my friends in hopes of making more friends
Machine gun, we got one, machine gun I got one
I have a machine gun and so do my friends
See me, I’m a real nigga, burnt ass nigga, he not one
I'm a real person, and anyone else who claims to be is a liar
Straight choppin’ me, no bite, eighteen dwarf niggas, Snow White
I cut people off without hesitation, and have 18 short friends like Snow White's dwarfs
You can bet a nigga if I said a nigga, ten out of ten, it’s no white
If I use the word 'nigga', it's always referring to black people
Tell me what’s not in [?] I hate, what a real handsome nigga, now wait
I don't like anything that isn't my style, and I'm good-looking
Treat my ‘rari like I’m in a roller derby, put the shoes on and I skate
I drive my Ferrari like I'm a pro roller derby skater
Say you don’t like me, nigga, you know me, nigga
If you say you don't like me, it's only because you actually know me
See a sound of me, that’s hate
If you hear anything negative about me, it's just hate
Say you wanna rap about it, wanna talk about it, now leave the city, that’s fake
If you want to start drama, leave town, because that's not productive
Say it’s coming back and this locking up sound like to me, that’s fake
If anyone is talking about something coming back and it sounds suspicious, it's probably fake
Say you don’t rock with me, you don’t fuck with me,
If you're not supportive of me, we're not friends
Stay you fuck around me, that’s great
If you hang out with me, that's great
Hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up, hold on, shut up.
Wait a moment and listen
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JAY JENKINS
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