Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: South Central CartelНазвание : G`s GameДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : gangsta rap west coast rap g-funk west coast hip-hop Видео:
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Playin` like a gangsta, you wanna be a G I told you gangstas boogie, did you listen to the P? I tell you how it`s on if you recognize the real You ain`t the only brother out there fiendin for the kill Playin` like a gangsta, you niggas better see I represent my Loc and you represent yo` G Cause players only prosper as you suckers bite the dust And wonder why they died from the millimeter bust Now you can be my Cuz, homie, I can be yo` Blood But if you true to self, G, I got to show you love They wonder if it`s Crip but does it matter where I G? I`m sick of doin` shows for niggas lookin` mad at me I represent the small percent of real niggas Never claim the hood even though I pull triggers Now get directly at me, I`m not trippin` on the fame I`m talkin` to my niggas playin` in this G`s game Chorus: You playin` in the G`s game And homie, it`s hard to maintain If you slip in the hood it`s never all good Cause you can get smoked in the hood You playin` in the G`s game And homie, it`s hard to maintain If I can be your Loc, then you can be my G It`s all to the G HAVIKK THE RHYME SON: Now recognize, open yo` eyes as I hit the switch dippin` Sippin` on that St. in the cut reminiscin` Cause deep in this game the mentality is devilish You wanna be a G, but you ain`t even ready yet Went to high school, dropped out, you couldn`t handle it Hangin` with them brothers had to knew was straight scandalous Got it in yo` mind that you gots to pack the .44 Quarter on the hood, to stack a end you slang lleyo On the run daily, now you`re livin` foul Mom`s cryin` nightly, so she throwin` in the towel I used to be a G-sta of em all, but bullets don`t have bites So it made a brother realize I can be a G rockin shows Clockin, stackin` ends, droppin` tracks in studio Yeah, but jealousy plays the part cause these fools wanna maddog, loc When I`m dippin` on `em hundred spokes Chorus... PRODEJE: Now back up in the days They used to settle beef just from the shoulder But now they want the funk and I can smell the fuckin odor It`s mandatory, brothas gots to pick a strap up The gangstas move in town to built the ghetto back up And all the bustas sweatin` Prodeje because I`m clockin` I used to buck a fool, say "fuck a fool", but now I`m rockin` The other dialect to put my G into perspective And all that`s bound to scare should come to get their ass collected HAVIKK THE RHYME SON: And now you on the run, you caught a case You wanna get your stripes, so you shot a Baby Loc in his face Now face the fact retaliation, is a must, G And if you slip, yo` enemies are gonna bust, G And if you make it home, you`re lucky Cause ghetto warfare is leavin` niggas` minds twisted like Chuckie Rhyme Son say it`s crucial, black G`z need to wake up then And recognize the fuckin` games that you play with me Chorus... | Похожие исполнители:
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