Game - Real Gangstas (feat. Hurricane Chris & Bizzy Bone) | Текст песни

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• Real Gangstas (feat. Hurricane Chris & Bizzy Bone)

(Chorus)
Cadillac Escalades,candy paint,shop and blaze
lookin' for the niggas that hollerin'
that they was gangsta
2 2 3's on the backseat
of the Lac seat,looking for the niggas
who hollerin' that they was gangsta
Ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
lookin' for the niggas that hollerin' that they was gangsta
I'm ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
we gon' teach you niggas bout fuckin' with real gangstas.

Verse 1(Game)

I'm hammered up,bandanna'd
2 2 2 3's when the chopper blow
and I be loadin' banana clip totin' my khaki suit represent what I be rollin'
the phantom roof open I'm smokin' smokin'
Cincinnati Red on my head no jokin'
might be chokin',but I aint slippin',my glock stay smokin' like I'm smokin
purple haze,ridin' with K's,split a nigga wig
fuck what he did,it is what is gotta live how I live black bird gang rappin tongue off in this bitch,til that day come I runnin up askin' where you from
hopin' that your swagger came with a motha fuckin' gun,so we can shoot it out,everyday a nigga gotta bring the rooger out
no fool about,when the 2 2's is out
we disturbin' the peace and the police would think we at Luda's house
so fool get out of your car,you totin them choppers you know where you are,h u double r i c a n e times 2 motha fucka we hittin' the swtiches,my chopper to me is like ricky to ross the longer the cip the bigger the boss
they throwin' it up we gettin' it off,we burryin' niggas for thinkin' we soft d's ride by we flickin' em' up off
take off the shields we kickin' it off
play off safety like Champ Bailey
throw it my way I'm pickin' it off.

(Chorus)

Verse 2 (Hurricane Chris)

I'm ridin' through the city lookin' for them hatas' who hollerin' bout they gon' do me somethin' but I know they aint gon' do me nothin'
cause they don't really pose a threat
but if they really don't pose a threat
then why you trippin' like you trippin'
cause I gotta go get my respect
I'm stickin' the clip in that black Mac 11
and aimin' it at them bitch niggas that
play me like a hoe I been gangsta since I was 4
and I'm so cutthroat that it really don't make sense
when they should of let me in the door
I speak shit thats hot enough to make the pilot leave the cockpit,yo chick want to get wretched
that bitch told me I'm the top dick
I got so much money they invented a new wallet
my swag to the maximum
I'm flyer than a rocket
and none of you lil bitch ass boys don't want no problems
most of them niggas who brought they guns be some cowards
but 100 round drum 100 buns at the ??
we keep dirty revolvers in the counsel by the driver seat/ ride by his house without no talkin' and the choppers speak.

(Chorus)

Verse 3(Bizzy Bone)

A ghetto Gang banga,mama couldn't grab me with hanga
triple shots attack and lawyers with no retainers
niggas call me an animal I'm
forever lucian lets kill
anything movin' like ????
MY RECRUITANTS,black panthers and black talents
all my gang bangas
my heart face breakers with talent
WANT A MILLION,keep you hostage with all yo children,try hold up by ransom
I'm psychotic like Charles manson
of the vernacular blood suckin' like vacula
little mobsta ??,eating that red lobster feelin' spectacular,???? thats my stelo,I thought that wouldn't sell without ya sold 5 kilos
I'm a survivor,my niggas is dope dealers and riders
killers incorporated,hate it,they despise us
mama they tryna kill me,I often wonder why
mr. ????,you got whats clockin',let niggas die I'm a genius.

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