Кинг Фантастик - Вай? Веар? Ват? | Текст песни

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• Кинг Фантастик
• Вай? Веар? Ват?

We can do it how you wanna do it nigga,
the killer on the ?? is well earned, go figure.
I ain’t scared of shit with a heartbeat,
I’m a headbuster homes, it takes nada to spark me.
We revolutionize gangster shit,
them flags flying let you know that you in L.A. trick.
And you so disco, cookiecutter and Bisco.
Bro I run with ex-felons who got nothing to live fo’.
Straight lazed dumdums anti-social.
Don’t like no one if they not locals.
Not too vocal. They don’t say much.
Rude and stand offish, they don’t play much.
I will say this, if you play this,
I can shake your brain loose of all that gay shit.
I’m a real nig on that back in the day shit.
Smoking sherm stick up out the Regal and spray shit.
Me and my amigos, the ones I call friends,
are a pack of wild niggers. All real men.
Not all of them will shot,
but all of them will thump.
And we will turn this party out,
you ain’t looking at no punks.
That L.A. gangbang culture is in us.
Started in the 70′s and it ain’t finished.
Big homie die, little homie replenish.
Place in society: goddamn menace.

I’m not braggin’, I’m confessing.
The why, where and what I’m an reppin’.
Southern California stand the fuck up.
We at war little buddies time to buck up.

[Chorus]

I’m fascinated by that gangster shit.
Always been a fan of that gangster shit.
You can count me in if it’s gangster shit.
Just for the rush I do gangster shit.

Been to the box twice of that gangster shit.
Almost lost my life on that gangster shit.
I pulled my wife talking gangster shit.
I don’t mind the price of that gangster shit.

[Verse 2]

Back in ninth grade I discovered my knuckles,
caught him clean on the chin, watched him buckle.
Next day him and his minions rushed me,
he wanted run it back, he assumed I got lucky.
I dropped my backpack, pulled my pants up,
closed my hands up and beat that man up.
Won’t be a day that Maurice don’t stand up,
I go to hell before I fuck my brand up.
Practice what I preach, preach what I practice.
Violence is the equalizer, no text brackets.
Very little arguing, sock that faggot and
run his pockets to support your habits.

I’m not braggin’, I’m confessing.
The why, where and what I’m an reppin’.
Southern California stand the fuck up.
We at war little buddies time to buck up.

I’m facinated by that gangster shit.
Always been a fan of that gangster shit.
You can count me in if it’s gangster shit.
Just for the rush I do gangster shit.

Been to the box twice of that gangster shit.
Almost lost my life on that gangster shit.
I pulled my wife talking gangster shit.
I don’t mind the price of that gangster shit.

I’m not braggin’, I’m confessing.
The why, where and what I’m an reppin’.
Southern California stand the fuck up.
We at war little buddy time to buck up.