Gutta Boyz (feat. Sean T)

Текст песни GAME, THE - Gutta Boyz (feat. Sean T) <br/> (We gangsta daddy!)<br /><br />[Sean T]<br />Yuh!<br />I&#039;m sippin on that &#039;notiq the color of Hulk man<br />And the blueberry smoke got a nigga twerkin<br />You niggaz is perkin - so you doin it big?<br />( )<br />You roll deep but when I see you it&#039;s just you and your kids<br />I roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellers<br />And my pockets run deep like a Mercer teller<br />Haters trip when they see the whip dippin by<br />The paint on it change like the I-95<br />I&#039;m just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint<br />heat for you niggaz and the po&#039; for the mamis<br />Sean Gotti, I&#039;m puttin an end to camraderie<br />I&#039;m lettin off heat, &#039;til them eyes get watery<br />Some gon&#039; ricochet, some gon&#039; hit, y&#039;all gon&#039; get &#039;em<br />Fluids gon&#039; disperse out like refreshin club serum<br />I&#039;m deadly as bite venom but I&#039;m far from a snake<br />I&#039;ll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your cake<br /><br />[Chorus: The Game]<br />We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whips<br />The chains, the fuckin broads we with<br />We gangsters nigga; we&#039;ll come through your hood<br />a hundred deep and empty the whole clip<br />We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beef<br />And my niggaz&#039;ll put you under the street<br />We gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say<br />&#039;Fore I empty the whole glock in your face<br /><br />[Sean T]<br />Streets is tough, but ain&#039;t no hopscotch lines on the ground<br />Just burner shells, and police siren sounds<br />Niggaz know who I am in the town; it ain&#039;t a circus<br />But it might as well be, cause you know I&#039;ma clown<br />I&#039;m a terrain boss, I know most niggaz envious dawg<br />And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it dawg<br />If you feelin like you wanna leap, make like a frog<br />You niggaz lame, transparent like Wonder Woman&#039;s plane<br />I&#039;m a stunna in this game, a federal figure<br />Blowin doj&#039; in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers<br />I&#039;m like a NASCAR winner poppin Mo&#039; and Bill{?}<br />D-Squad don&#039;t give a fuck about nobody else<br />I pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for hours<br />The end result will probably be, pinewood and flowers<br />So I&#039;ll advise you deduct your QP&#039;s and powder<br />We gangsters and we jackin cowards (yup!)<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Sean T]<br />S.T. nigga D-Squad, G.G.D<br />Don&#039;t get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do creep<br />We ride out thug, shit we don&#039;t die<br />We lay low like mechanics tryin to fix up rides<br />A lot of cats say I&#039;m sick in the head, when I anger it&#039;s on<br />Poodles gon&#039; be up missin or dead<br />I chop haters up, like an old-ass sample<br />Or creep through your village, like Stallone in &quot;Rambo&quot;<br />I&#039;m like piranhas on red meat, I&#039;m on you niggaz<br />You afros? Then I guess I got to comb you niggaz<br />So break bread, when you see me dawg hit the flo&#039;<br />I&#039;m like a nigga off the X, unpredicta-ble<br />Imitators always hollerin how gangsta they is<br />But got about as much courage as the Lion in &quot;The Wiz&quot;<br />Shit I&#039;m into pullin shanks on you fake Jake cats<br />Me and my burner hold it down man we go way back<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />