ฟังเพลงCoast To Coast Gangstas (Explicit)

Coast To Coast Gangstas (Explicit Album Version) - DJ Kay Slay/Sauce Money/Joe Buddens/WC

Written by：Todd Gaither/Joe Budden/W. Calhoun/B. Freeman/Michael Render/A. MILLER/Damon Blackmon/John Smith

Brooklyn

This is the set off

Kay Sleezy

Take it to the streets ni**a

Word up

Sauce Money

Uh uh

Proper set off

Don't get it f**ked up 'cause Sauce calm wit his grandma

'Cause I'm like baking soda b**ch I'm armed with a hammer

And when I'm strapped fool f**k your brother

'Cause like Jimmy Ivene in Virginia you in the scope like a muthaf**ka

Fine niggas don't wanna let him shine

Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a f**kin' nine

Soon as he ran his mouth one tre pound seven to nine

Guess who's the odd man out

I guess we got something in common

I'm just a little more calm when

I'm about to split your arm in

Put a hole so big in your noggin

That if you God body you can fit the whole sun moon and star in

You starvin' for more lyrics I know

Steady robbin' all them lyrics I flow

I'm Sadam ing all you niggas fo sho

You betta know I'm a true ni**a please do ni**a

Betta inquire from a few niggas

'Cause b**ch I done sh*t on quite a few and quieted a few niggas

Get a grip dead four fifth in the hip

Slip never picture me fallin' ni**a don't trip

Stoned is the way of my walk

In a mini mack eleven the tone when I talk

When I spray niggas pray lay on the sidewalk

Color blood red body outlined in chalk

My rhymes two zigs all nines

Hard hit when they spit split wigs double time

This eightball's a strict nine

Tear apart body parts when I spark nine

At they head hard lodged in they damn spine

Leaves emcee's like Christopher Reeves crippled and cryin'

Shittin' in a bag and a breath away from dyin'

Ni**a I'm the epitomy of raw rhymes

The epitomy of rap rock

I make a block party bop to the sounds of a hot glock

From New York down to Georgia it don't stop

Killer Kill from Addamsville with a hot glock

Blaaat

They say murder is the case they wanna throw me

I guess these muthaf**kas don't know me

OG rock called a yay slanger

VA's finest

Underground muthaf**kin' king call me Your Highness

I tear your sinus with this gun powder

Wipe your tears with the steal no fear this is real niggas

Here is the deal you clear in this field

And ain't stoppin' until every hater here is revealed

'Cause we don't need no f**kin' clearance to peel

Or shortstoppers runnin' and the fear is revealed

So get off this block homie handle your corner

Keep all your h****n rocks and you mariju wana

I'm like a character on the Sopranos or the Wire

You'se a big p**sy lil' man it's over retire

'Cause the clock's tickin' your days is done

But we know all them lil' different f**kin' ways you slum

But it's trill downtown your momma's all free

Your house is sugar layin' with your wife and your seed

Yes indeed Big Bun is on a home invasion

You gon' bleed on my gun from your dome abrasions

'Cause my chrome is blazin' I'm naughty crunk

Got the bop gun like Sir Nose D'Voiddoffunk

B**ch I pull a sawed off from under the waist

Open your eyes muthaf**ka you got thunder to face

F**k rest we gon' lay these muthaf**kas to waste

You bit the pully ni**a tell me how the f**k did it taste

From my gun

Big guns big power

M Woods sixth hour

Berettas Tauruses Rugers

Smith and Wesson's glocks and lugers

AK's AR 15's

Mack elevens and M 16's

High caliber so why try it

You live by it so you die by it

A muthaf**kin' gun

Who's the man with the strap in his hand

Homie's stolen semi autos and contrabands

All day every day crossin' my hood in day

In a six trey with my ni**a Kay Slay

Dub the law scan the infrared scanner

Hangin' out the window hittin' em up with the bandana

And I can't stand a snitch so I clean the lid

Just in case them b**ch niggas wanna sing with this

I stay on the trigger 'cause lames hate me ni**a

They can't pay me ni**a where my lay dates ni**a

Where AK one on one so thirty shot

Nine millimeter Melindas aimed ready to send ya

So put your can on your vest like a Bible and pray slowly

'Cause this'll leave your teflon holey

With the forty glock ready to ring bring the trauma to the scene

It's the Ghetto Heisman and the Drama King

It's about that time nine milli clappin'

Dude what's really crackin'

I been gettin' it since 'Paid In Full' was really happenin'

I gotta do it like that to keep my street name

And pride made me kill Wayne Growe when the heat came

I don't smut but stimulation is good

I keep the hammer with me Joey's renovatin' the hood

Difference between us I'm gettin' loot on tours

Good shoes on the Beem you got a boot on yours

Dudes with no names wanna put an end to me

But doggs I'm readin' between the lines the whole game's in parenthesis

Talk about models and how you with somethin'

When you really shootin' air balls you ain't hittin' nothin'

Nathan through the strip OG's blazin'

Street niggas slowly hatin' on Joey so amazin'

And hood niggas knowin' what up

Either holdin' you down or holdin' you up throwin' it up

Oh

Aiiyo f**k the dumb sh*t when the guns spit

One clip'll have your whole strip laid down

Thirty two shots to your block I had that sh*t caged down

And before you blink I let off eight rounds

This the ro yal I ain't playin'

I'm takin' this over so y'all either layin' or dying

And I won't hesitate to blaze the iron

You cocksuckers is chillin' with a ragin' lion

I see them dudes every day when I'm racin' by 'em

Or on the curb poppin' bottles while they hatin' and eyein'

Uh whether the slider or the highrider

I keep my block rocker glock under the blue dosser

Far as Philly it's no question to who's liver

I'm hotter Hak Ditty block locker

Fully prepared

I hope y'all fully aware that y'all niggas got a problem this year