收聽Gangsta Blac的Gangsta Gangsta (Explicit)歌詞歌曲

Gangsta Gangsta (Explicit)

Gangsta Blac2011年7月26日

Gangsta Gangsta (Explicit) 歌詞

 

Feat V Dog

Stressed in the party back and now I'm the one that took to long

Can it be I'm crunk and or is it that Big Chug is passin' on

Family friends h*es all ah my n***as ridin' rollie vogues

Ridin' pass me hollerin' at me bury me a snizote h*e

Hard headed n***a b***h die by the trigger trick

Chillin' wid my n***a Slick kickin' pimpin' on a brick

Every f**kin' day Parkway chiefin' plenty hay

What ya gotta say Gabay where a n***a stay

V Dog's comin' at ya wid the mind of lunatic

B***h you cannot f**k with this standin' with the pistol grip

Loadin' up my shells I smells me an enemy

D**n if a n***a don't die 'fore he get to me

Ride with the Luger let it go let it f**kin' go

Man if for bricks aww s**t we be in this h*e

Down 'til we die stay high never f**kin' play

Killers on the realer motherf**ka South Parkway

V Dog plus the gangsta done kick that b***h in

D**n man them f**kin' n***as done struck again

Call the police and tell them watch your back

We from the South part ah town where the police we hate

Ah lotta n***as die young ah lotta b***hes get raped

So if you violate fool your a*s we gon' chase

Nail ya coffin' up blow shoot bricks in ya face

This s**t is serious motherf**ka so b***h listen up

South Memphis in this b***h fool and we clickin' up

Real n***as out the midnight roamin' the streets

It's nuthin' but real around

None ah you h*es won't get chance to sleep

So close them curtains and make sure all them doors locked

Cause when we rush up in that b***h fool somebody gon' drop

Call the police motherf**ka we don't give a f**k

You betta have a cellular phone cause all them phone lines is cut

Lock your door a note left on the dresser

Face down on the floor is where I left her

Changed clothes in the alley my body was numb

Call the Gangsta yeah fool the job is done

People all up in my head put my cousin down to sleep

Vietnam here I come see if you can deal with me

Anna's in the air all you smell is the scent of s**t

*Gunshots*Kill you just for the f**k of it

Pop I blow I smoke I blow I smoke 'em out there just like grass

S P V R I C creeped up on your monkey a*s

Mitchell Heights B V D L M G and many more

S P L might as well get it cause you know the score

Buck f**k stuck wid a duck I don't need this

Big business motherf**ka be a witness

I was a fool cause back in school didn't learn s**t

Totin' a jewel it was a rule in the South s**t

B is for Blac but I be back wid some real s**t

V is my dog and he be strapped wid a full clip

G A N G S T A comin' from South Parkway

Smokin' on a blunt ah hay

D**n what another say b***h