Текст песни Gangsta Blac f V-Dog - V-Dog and Da Gangsta
Gangsta Blac f V-Dog - V-Dog and Da Gangsta слова песни
[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]Stressed in the party back and now I`m the one that took to longCan it be I`m crunk and or is it that Big Chug is passin` onFamily, friends, hoes, all ah my niggas ridin` rollie voguesRidin` pass me hollerin` at me bury me a snizote hoe,Hard headed nigga bitch, die by the trigger trickChillin` wid my nigga Slick, kickin` pimpin` on a brickEvery fuckin` day, Parkway chiefin` plenty hayWhat ya gotta say, Gabay where a nigga stayV-Dog`s comin` at ya wid the mind of lunaticBitch you cannot fuck with this, standin` with the pistol gripLoadin` up my shells, I smells me an enemyDamn if a nigga don`t die `fore he get to meRide with the Luger let it go, let it fuckin` goMan if for bricks, aww shit, we be in this hoeDown `til we die, stay high never fuckin` playKillers on the realer motherfucka South ParkwayHook:V-Dog plus the gangsta done kick that bitch inDamn man, them fuckin` niggas done struck again(Call the police and tell them watch your back)[Verse 2: V-Dog]We from the South part ah town where the police we hateAh lotta niggas die young ah lotta bitches get rapedSo if you violate fool, your ass we gon` chaseNail ya coffin` up, blow, shoot bricks in ya faceThis shit is serious motherfucka, so bitch listen upSouth Memphis in this bitch fool and we clickin` up,Real niggas out the midnight roamin` the streetsIt`s nuthin` but real aroundNone ah you hoes won`t get chance to sleepSo close them curtains, and make sure all them doors lockedCause when we rush up in that bitch fool somebody gon` dropCall the police motherfucka, we don`t give a fuckYou betta have a cellular phone cause all them phone lines is cutLock your door, a note left on the dresserFace down on the floor, is where I left herChanged clothes in the alley, my body was numbCall the Gangsta, yeah fool the job is doneHook[Verse 3: Gangsta Blac]People all up in my head, put my cousin down to sleepVietnam, here I come, see if you can deal with meAnna`s in the air, all you smell is the scent of shit*Gunshots*, Kill you just for the fuck of itPop I blow I smoke, I blow I smoke `em out there just like grassS-P-V, R-I-C, creeped up on your monkey assMitchell Heights, B-V-D, L-M-G, and many moreS-P-L might as well get it cause you know the scoreBuck fuck stuck wid a duck, I don`t need thisBig business motherfucka be a witnessI was a fool cause back in school didn`t learn shitTotin` a jewel it was a rule in the South shitB is for Blac, but I be back, wid some real shitV is my dog, and he be strapped, wid a full clipG-A-N-G-S-T-A comin` from South ParkwaySmokin` on a blunt ah hay,Damn what another say, BITCH!Hook (2x)