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Gangsta Luv Pt. 2

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Жанры : gangsta rap west coast rap g-funk west coast hip-hop

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(Verse 1)
It`s 1996 and I`m dippin with my G
I`m claimin Cartel till I die, sippin hennessey
Got the rolex on my neck and my wrist
Dis a hoe that`s all I know as the 100 spoke twist
G`s rollin tighter than a G-string hoes wanna playa hate
The conversation`s stupid `cause forever I`ma celebrate
And aim with my homies finger clutched on a Tec.9
Yo bitch, you walk a thin line
Buggin `cause I`m rockin videos in they eyes, buggin me
Packin up your shit and leavin me while I`m in Italy
So let the dog hit you where the dog shoulda porched on
In other words get the fuck on
Tryna stack a mill ticket
But you always get mad when my G`s kick it
But on the road it`s us against the world
For my G I would take a slug
`Cause it`s gangsta luv

(Chorus)
It`s that gangsta love from the S.C.C.
Talkin `bout these bitches and rollin with my G`s
It`s that gangsta love from the S.C.C
Can`t get no peace because these hoes keep sweatin me

(Verse 2)
I`ma be a G from the nighttime to the break of dawnin
`N the morning I clip the .9 mill when I`m yawnin
Performin days`n days but you be trippin on my status
Buggin me with family matters
I`m a gangster when I mention that`s the way I kick it
Now that you addicted you tryna make me switch it
I picture me and you holdin, blue 64
Baby locs in the back seat hittin dips hoe
(Bonnie & Clyde) no matter what the fuck is happenin
You holdin my back that`s even if it call for cappin
And scrappin baby had love for G`s
Another page from the eastside trilogy
But you be buggin, couldn`t deal with a gangsta`s lovin
It`s nuthin that`ll keep your lifestyle plush`n
Rushin from hood to hood `cause you think I`m caught slip`n
But it`s gangsta luv still dipp`n

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Blowin up my pager and you know you had the chance
But I never call you back I hope that ass understands
You see me dippin in a beamer 5-25
High sippin on a Semor
Right, now you wanna ride with a nigga
`cause a nigga`s livin large, hoe
Posted in the Central, I drop that ass like some cargo
Rhimeson on a path to luxuries so stop beepin me
Hoe, your ass is history
As my game got deep like the Abyss
I had to make you drop the miss, prod
And now you miss, tha
Rollin Havikk Rhimeson and the Prode`je
Callin all the hoes that begin with the letter "B"
Saw you couldn`t deal with this, you say I`m caught up in the game
My head had blown up from the fame, I`m the same
O.G. E-A-S-T rider
With this gangsta luv I provide ya

(Chorus)

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