Текст песни Jayo Felony f Dulow Gang - West Coast Bad Boyz III
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* send corrections to the typist[CHORUS]Ever since we came `round and ableA lot of shit done came down A lot of shit done changed nowA lot of niggas came `roundA lot of niggas hang nowA lot of niggas bang now, start to get the fame now[VERSE 1 - Scar]I just want the change now, but how they `posed to change nowBeen sockin` `em up on my block and shit for `bout a decade and some change nowSo it ain`t so strange now, they poppin` at my Range nowI done blew some brains out, nigga check my strangs outMeadowbrooke, Moonlight, Market where we hang outBanged out for the daytime, but the night made bullets rang outMy Market niggas banged out, Bay Loc...JayoMy Crip and Blood homies got love from every fuckin` gang now(Bay Loc)My niggas go the same route, we`ve been peeped this game outHoodsta`s rich roll, I`m 47 banged outThe joke and shit we ain`t about, the loc is Crip and came outCrip talkin` and walkin` til my blue strings came outBitches scream my name out, the hood turned this game outNiggas peep my strangs out so I pulls my thang outNigga let me do my thang now, tell these fools the name nowNotorious Dulow motherfuckin` Gang clown[CHORUS X2][VERSE 2 - Jayo Felony]Ever since these fag niggas came aroundThe game been fucked and watered downL-O-C-O comin` at you clown, y`all motherfuckers gon` get slaughtered nowYou`re platinum do I feel you now, hell no cuz nigga `bout to kill you nowY`all niggas ain`t never gonna be shitBut a house on the west coast is still the soundFuck that, nigga get back, feel my rounds, hit bitch, hit licks, hit, kick the groundWhen this anybody killer nigga hit the groundYou motherfuckers know how my Smith-n soundGet chips, get flipped, nigga this is CripAnybody test that gets pistol whippedThat`s me and I`m still going out on a stretcher like-"FUCK THE WORLD MOTHERFUCKER THIS IS CRIP"Get chips, get rich with this, think we could rap and make a hit with thisNigga so jealous he the one who slit his wrists Cuz y`all faggots ain`t doing shit with thisC Bullet Loc will get even bitch and it might even be this evening bitchAnd bullshit we don`t believe it bitch, when shit get thick y`all need to quitGet out the game you got the same sound, still gettin` beats from the same clownDon`t look now niggas puttin` it downYou was shakin` in your boots since we came aroundNigga let me do my thang now, tell these fools the name nowNotorious Dulow motherfuckin` Gang clown[CHORUS X3][VERSE 3 - SCAR]Now think about it logically and see how it`s sounding odd to meThis nigga`s a fuckin` fool and I`m hearin` he`s talking about boxing meNigga talking about boxing me, better be talking about poppin` meChoppin` me, Glockin` me, finally fuckin` stoppin` meThat`s some shit I got to see, Dulow Gang was prophecyMeant to be so it got to be, niggas hard, well not to meHurtin` how I rock a beat, click click and pop my heatDroppin` G`s, coppin` ki`s, 2001 still poppin` p`s(Bay Loc)Nigga ain`t no stoppin` me so listen to my prophecyDid time with Poppa C in the penitentiaryBang when they mention me, spit so vividlyNumb niggas feelin` me, none niggas killin` meWe going on a killing spree, nigga check your historyHoodsta`s ain`t no mystery, never ball your fists at meBring some green and twist with me, niggas slit their wrists for meHis bitch blew a kiss at me, now his ass is history[CHORUS]