Текст песни Artists: Swoop G f Bart of 3X Krazy, JT - Who Got The Gangsta Shit Pt. II
Artists: Swoop G f Bart of 3X Krazy, JT - Who Got The Gangsta Shit Pt. II слова песни
*(Swoop G talking)*From the city to the Town, and back to LBCyou know this type of shit happens everydayYou know it ain`t no other state that do it quite like wecuz this type of shit happens everydayVerse 1 *(Swoop G)*Now who got the gangsta, gangsta twist?S-W-double O-P-G back on yo listCalifornia rollinchoppin up game on Motorolastuck the pistola bendin the cornerburnin the doja I done told yalivin this California street lifemake a playa think twiceor get them three strikesan I`m knowin, you knowin that we ain`t showin no fearbangin and watchin the murder rate increase all yearIs it true? Do Crips "C", bangin on the Bloods?Or do California got that sticky bomb bud?an bomb foespushin Lexo`swearin fly clothesfingers full of diamonds wit diamonds in they nosean brown hairno derri`resexy underwearan I`m knowin cuz panty lines showin as I starean all yeardamn you makin love at first sightbaby you make a thug wanna love you tonight.Verse 2 *(JT The Bigga Figga)*We got the situationwe facin wit steady concentrationdouble six-duece produceso hear my gangstas conversatehardtimer, we climbin, findin reasonscrossin bridges for capers and then there`s papers neededI feel they cheated you leaded up out the viles wit multiple sacks, of dinero`schangin license plates on Yukon`s and old Camero`suntil they knocked my plug at DMVhad my P.O. in the Bauer give `em all of meI`m a seein Long Beach tucked undergettin my perve on for the whole fuckin summerfrom the Bay to L.A. we showin nuthin but lovewit round trip tickets wit Swoop G an big Gov.Verse 3 *(Swoop G)*Gov you hit `em up highJT an I hit `em lowbreak `em down to the lowest compound possibleit ain`t no stoppin when we droppinit`s destined to hit the topmashin for the Mobb takin over this hip-hopdroppin hits to audienceswho`s havin a fitcuz they know the G`s comin wit that gangsta twistan they love itain`t nothin to it, but to do itI was born in Long Beach I`m a stay true to itlike a soldierbaby watch me show ya, I ain`t a punkroll the window down cover my strap then dump.Verse 4 *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)*Bump, bumphit `em wit somethin heavy make they chest jump, jumpB.A. they ain`t ready for the funkVerse 5 *(Bart)*It`s the Mobbwe don`t bang but we roll wit hittaspeep the sickessI be the lyrical serpent that bit yahow could ya figurewe ain`t right Mobbin to the fullestso I break you back to the regularain`t no competitors to uswho`d a knew usflossin recruiters from Oakland, to Houstonit`s S-W-double O that be starrin your every movementthrough the musicwe stack chips and break breadkeep it listenin I wreck yo set in every cityVerse 6 *(Swoop G)*Now you don`t see what I see6 keys for a hundred g`sI take a look in the mirror see myself livin the dreamtakin over things, runnin million dolla schemesI got a vault safethat`s full of hundred dolla stacks an all so I got sumpthin that`ll lay you on yo backon the realaslidin through the city and the Townain`t no other way, but the way we put it down.*(Chorus- Swoop G)* x2From the city to the Townand back to LBCyou know it ain`t no other state that do it quite like weWho me young Swoopand JT Tha Bigga Figgaridin downmashin wit the Gov young nigga