Текст песни Hot Boys F TQ - Gangsta Nigga
Hot Boys F TQ - Gangsta Nigga слова песни
[Lil Wayne]Holla at me nigga you know it be Weezy "The Don"I murder easy but hard to kill like Steven SegalIts paper, pussy, and pistols – pass love to the pimpI`m clutching a M busting that tip for fucking with himI`m stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddarTucking the metal don`t play and I`ll get fucked if I let emI gotta ride til I resign its Squad or dieAnd any coward try its homicideWe got glocks and stuff, got federal agents watching usGot niggaz hitting glocks see us I love (?)See I`m above any nigga that you nameHop up out the blue thangWith two flames like "What you saying?"I do`s my thug thang daily380 tucked under the seat of the S-ClassShots rip your chest fastI`m a mother fucking mess manStreet niggaz fo shoA fire Hot Boy – ok? Ya know[Chorus: TQ]We only like gangsta shitCause I drive a gangsta carAnd street niggaz run this shitWe only like gangsta broadsIf you wanna see gangsta shitThen push me a lil too farCause street niggaz might not quiteYou gone have to call the law[Turk]Niggaz keep they stash in they ashRound where I`m fromUptown and that Nolia we sold smoked chumpsQuick to steal a nigga any time of the dayIf his ass outta line we ain`t standing all dayPimp, play off top better believe that dogAnd plus we stay strapped ducking short of the lawI run with solid niggaz that`ll ride for meShit head Craig, Running Red and my nigga Big KiShit I rap about – I`m one nigga that live itCoke, dope, guns, nigga I live itI`m only 19 and I`m down for killingJust because a nigga rap dog don`t get it twistedI send shots quick through your Jerseys and FilasMy finger get to flicking please believe I ain`t missingLil Turk +Young & Thuggin`+ know you niggaz know about meCash Money Hot Boy play dog and watch me cock itI`m a street nigga[Chorus][B.G.]If I rap about it nigga I done lived it outIt ain`t shit I`m fantasying this shit I been `boutI`m a ghetto mother fucker, keep a K with a drumQuick to do a nigga something, I don`t give a fuckI run the streets, all 12 months of the yearAnd where I`m from you can`t comeIf you ain`t from round hereI`m thugged out to the fullest - call me B.G.Someone you don`t want to play with cause I`m H-O-TFire, burning, scorching, flamingYou gone melt nigga wishing that it was rainingPlay the game as you want – wined up in a trunkYou better think before you do because you don`tI be bustin` heads, running from feds, duckin` lawsRide all day don`t rest til I kill `em allI be thuggin` hard and you know that I play it rawSend ya to the morgueCause I`m a mother fucking street nigga[Chorus][Juvenile]I had a little profit out the other hoodI used to go by her house in the wee-wee hoursCreeping, laying the woodThey had niggaz on the block but they knew I was coolBut still on G.P. I used to keep me a twoCause she know not what a nigga thinkPlus you know now that if a nigga tryin` pull gankThat`s life thoughWhodie just like I thought – bitch was straight hatin` dogMe I was `bout having war, I was impatient ya`llI stopped going by my peeps house chillin`I stayed in my hood plotting how I`m gone kill himNow my girl say the nigga been watching the houseSo I`ma go and show the whodie what this drama aboutWhat I`ma do to him its gonna make his momma freak outI`ma either get him in or outside of his housePeople gone say "Lord, lil one died hardTook it to the head five times in the backyard"[Chorus]