Текст песни B-Legit f Kurupt, Mack 10 - Hempin` Aint Easy
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[B-Legit] (Kurupt)(Gangsta time)Where my gangstas at?(Gangsta ville)Where all my gangstas at?(You know it aint a gangsta ville withoout a dog pound)And a hog nigga (caughing)Yea, special dedicationTo all my gangsta niggas and to all my gangsta bitches(Im sick wit it tho, check it out)[B-Legit]I used to mash through the crowd Makin bitches wonder "DAMN" That nigga B-Legit`s the manIt was 65 grand for the landFo 5 O, 4x4, hit the strip slowwindows on tint so they cant look inIts me the kingpin hit and Mac 10On a trip about to hit up the 6Should I give up, them niggas run upThey fucked, now whatHuh, whos that?(Kurupt, Mack 10)That nigga Kurrupt G`z up, hoes down, muthafucka blaze upD.P.G.C. muthafucka g`d upIn all blue and grey all day alwaysLet the dogs out muthafuckaHear the barkingSee the homies G-walking gangsta talkinBitches low on dick often very oftenLil beeyotch 135 pounds of all diaaackI keep the house always stoppin them dubbs to the bayFina fuck with B cousin and E fo tayFrom my hood to yo` town its all about the cashGot the check and the hoe checkin off in the stashDont worry bout` nathan, we out there slanginMac n` Kurrupt stay down for whobanginKeep a fat sack of dope n` fo sho im DealyMaine, the first foo crossin fo sho I`ll kill em`Where the gangstas at?[Chorus 4x]Where the gangstas at?Where the gangstas at?Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at![Mack 10]We gone keep it gangsta aint go to popPush the six double O and the Rarri dropGet the two tickets spread on top of the hillNiggas bellin em` chucks makin over a millKeep the studio full of groupie hoes and choosasIn the gut bruisas n` three time losersMac 10 still thuggin, thats whats expectedAnd I vow to keep it ruff as long as Im connected[Kurupt]Man I dont give a fuck about a bitchMan I wont ever ever give em` shitI hit the switch about 5 timesThen I make a switch and bust 5 rymesSwerve wit a homie that can serve 5 verbesMan thats the life then go home to my wifeWith my pistol (??) (??)Retire a nigga, now Im a let my girl write my first verse[B-Legit]I hear it`s funk on board, they need to let that goGot killas gettin down for a brick of snowAnd for the right doe have your head choppedTag the drug, bitch you fuckin with thugsNo time for pleasures, I got mills to buy judgesThey rush us, tryin to touch usThey bust us, no we all burn for scrapsSo tell me where the homies and my gangstas atChorus