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Артист: Bloods and CripsНазвание : Don`t Stress MeДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : gangsta rap west coast rap west coast rap hip-hop gangsta rap west coast rap west coast rap hip-hop Видео:
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Gangsta Red touch you down to the head I got a 9 for the Crabs, a Mac-10 for the Feds It ain`t nuthin` but a Villain thing Always prepared, never scared to die Rollin` through the `hood Puffin` a dub-sack The Eastside fits it where the gangsta Bloods at 5.000 and 6 to the hundred Spotted E-Ricket draw down and gun it Fuck E-Rickets man, fuck E-Rickets Bloostone Villains gon` get it twisted And to these suckers True Flue You know what they do Put the 9 in your head and catch a bullet or two Break-break up 1-9 E-Rickets do you hear me? It`s Gangsta Red on the mic, flown freely From B-S-B-G-5-6-S-T See 1-8-7 so Bloods don`t stress me [Member of BLOODSTONE VILLAINS] It`s the B-gang punks Chumps and wimps Don`t get it twisted straight Villains not pimp You might seen a ?? a little B in comin` We just slappin` bitches On Crab, we bombin` Get paid, we not afraid Fuckin` with the Villains and you gon` get sprayed The notorious, oh so glorious 5-Deuce Villain can`t nobody fuck with us V-I-L-L-A-I-N, count to ten And you find that you can`t win East Side of L.A. is where we dwelled Dissin` all Crab, so fool don`t tell It`s already known that Crabs Run In Pack So all E-Rickets just suck a bozack Representin` Five-Deuce Villain Gangstas Fuck with us, recall go to hang ya I put a slug in your ass or maybe deuce Smoke that ass like a motherfucking deuce on get loose On all Rickets, Crab, whoever Losin` a battle, Villains never B-L-O-O-D-S So Crabs don`t stress It ain`t nuthin` but a Bloodstone Villains time [Chorus] 5 thousand 6 hundred 5 Bloodstone Villains killing Crab on the spot 5 thousand Deuce hundred 5 Bloodstone Villains killing Crab with the crime [Member of BLOODSTONE VILLAINS] Straight from the heart, Blood I tell you this Shootin` that crickets uh, I don`t miss Aimin` at the 5.0 for a target I thought he was a Ricket But damn I hit a soldier Shot him in the head I caught layin` him dead Puttin` in work, who give a fuck about the Feds Claimin` the East Side The Rollin Fifty`s Who give a fuck about Rickets They all Sissies Runnin` In Packs They better watch they back Cause the Bloodstone Villains caught you Crabs off the Mac Puttin` a mean check Leavin` a man all wrecked You know gangstas in the hood They get respect Here we go again on the smoke roll Five-Deuce, Five-Six Villains goin` on the Crab patrol Takin` out Crabs on sight, young Rickets OG`s, it don`t matter what you look like And if you dressed in blue It`s only clue for me to do what I`m gonna do I`m a gangsta, straight up tear this Takin` out Crabs to give a way I don`t care about this I do it for fun, keepin` Crabs on the run I gotta gun Go get a bulletproof vest son And protect yourself, for your good health I put your bitch very up on the shells Because I`m gonna move you from the ground Have you stretched out in the box slapped to the ground And when I`m hangin` don`t test me Chillin` like a Villain so Blood don`t stress me, stress me [Chorus] 5 thousand 6 hundred 5 Bloodstone Villains killing Crabs on the spot 5 thousand Deuce hundred 5 Bloodstone Villains killing Crab with the crime [GANGSTA RED] Five-Six, Five-Deuce And ?? on the Seven It`s Gangsta Red straight flowin` from the head Checkin` you suckers Because you`re nuthin` but bustas Cowards In The Pack if you know it`s always like that So fuck you Crabs with your weak-ass raps It`s Gangsta Red on the motherfuckin` mic And you know we just don`t stop So watch me as I turn this motherfucker out Two deads ??? equal five Motherfuckin` Crabs that ain`t alive I did it with the quickness, not care about the witness Now tell me can you hang with the sickness? And yeah, it`s only right I jack the Crabs for his ?? just the other night They all on my shit Front, back Hittin` the pancake switch Rollin` down the Ave and what do I be? Some motherfuckin` Crabs fall around behind me So I hit the corner Reach for my strap goddamn rippin` peel some more Crabs cap Villain`s the game, kill is the thing Understand what I`m sayin` man It`s just a motherfuckin` Villain time So Blood don`t stress me | Похожие исполнители:
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