lirik lagu the game – gutta boyz
(feat. sean t)
(we gangsta daddy!)
[sean t]
yuh!
i’m sippin on that ‘notiq the color of hulk man
and the blueberry smoke got a n-gg- twerkin
you n-gg-z is perkin – so you doin it big?
you roll deep but when i see you it’s just you and your kids
i roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellers
and my pockets run deep like a mercer teller
haters trip when they see the whip dippin by
the paint on it change like the i-95
i’m just clyde, without the bonnie, i got the hollowpoint
heat for you n-gg-z and the po’ for the mamis
sean gotti, i’m puttin an end to camraderie
i’m lettin off heat, ’til them eyes get watery
some gon’ ricochet, some gon’ hit, y’all gon’ get ’em
fluids gon’ disperse out like refreshin club serum
i’m deadly as bite venom but i’m far from a snake
i’ll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your cake
[chorus: the game]
we gangsters n-gg-; you see the cars, the whips
the chains, the f-ckin broads we with
we gangsters n-gg-; we’ll come through your hood
a hundred deep and empty the whole clip
we gangsters n-gg-; we got guns for the beef
and my n-gg-z’ll put you under the street
we gangsters n-gg-; so you better watch what you say
‘fore i empty the whole glock in your face
[sean t]
streets is tough, but ain’t no hopscotch lines on the ground
just burner sh-lls, and police siren sounds
n-gg-z know who i am in the town; it ain’t a circus
but it might as well be, cause you know i’ma clown
i’m a terrain boss, i know most n-gg-z envious dawg
and if a n-gg- owe me change you better give me it dawg
if you feelin like you wanna leap, make like a frog
you n-gg-z lame, transparent like wonder woman’s plane
i’m a stunna in this game, a federal figure
blowin doj’ in the hummer, 50 k on my fingers
i’m like a nascar winner poppin mo’ and bill{?}
d-squad don’t give a f-ck about n-body else
i pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for hours
the end result will probably be, pinewood and flowers
so i’ll advise you deduct your qp’s and powder
we gangsters and we jackin cowards (yup!)
[chorus]
[sean t]
s.t. n-gg- d-squad, g.g.d
don’t get it twisted motherf-cker yeah we do creep
we ride out thug, sh-t we don’t die
we lay low like mechanics tryin to fix up rides
a lot of cats say i’m sick in the head, when i anger it’s on
poodles gon’ be up missin or dead
i chop haters up, like an old–ss sample
or creep through your village, like stallone in “rambo”
i’m like piranhas on red meat, i’m on you n-gg-z
you afros? then i guess i got to comb you n-gg-z
so break bread, when you see me dawg hit the flo’
i’m like a n-gg- off the x, unpredicta-ble
imitators always hollerin how gangsta they is
but got about as much courage as the lion in “the wiz”
sh-t i’m into pullin shanks on you fake jake cats
me and my burner hold it down man we go way back
[chorus]
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- lirik lagu faerghail – suicidal rites
- lirik lagu faerghail – silvermoon child
- lirik lagu failure – another space song
- lirik lagu ministry – halloween
- lirik lagu guy mitchell – sparrow in the tree top
- lirik lagu failure – blank
- lirik lagu kyprios – feel so good
- lirik lagu lana del rey – you’re gonna love me
- lirik lagu the decemberists – everything i try to do, nothing seems to turn out right