Текст песни K-9 - Too Gangsta for Radio, слова песни K-9

Текст песни K-9 - Too Gangsta for Radio

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(Intro)Welcome... Detriot, MichiganWe`re here at the national Khu Klux Klan RallyToday we`re gonna welcome one of our newest membersHis name`s EminemHis clan name`s gon` be Marshall MathersHeh, he, ha, I like itAnyways, ugh... Now the honorable grand dragon is gonna be presidin`Lookey here, boy, from now on you`re gon` be a nigger lover, boySmile, you`re gonna be a God-damned rap starYou`re gon` get off your ass, and get on your Trojan, boyAnd you gon` sell more records than them NIGGERS ever will!You hear me?You gon` get with Dr. GayN, W... with a dick is his mouthN, W, AIDS... I don`t give a shitYou gon` hustle your ass off, boyCause when they kissin` your ass, they kissin` the Klan`s assAnd when they suckin` YO dick, they suckin` Hitler`s dickJust remember one thing, boy...Every God-damned dollar you make, well, that`s just another dollar for the Klan(Song starts)(Intro)What?!My nigga Vic rest in peace, my nigga (rest in peace, Vic)Yeah... Much love, nigga (much love)You know there`s no love, nigga (fuckin` haters.. ain`t no love for no haters)Yeah... My niggas encarcerated(all of my niggas encarcerated, keep yo head up)Yo, yo, yo, yo, K-9...Since it`s your moment to shine on this motherfuckin` record, why don`t you show them how we keep it out West?(Chorus)Gangsta`d outFor all my riders in the streetsWe gangsta`d outStill haulin` after policeWe`re Gangsta`d outYou niggas know what we aboutWe gangsta`d outWe keep it gangsta`d outGangsta`d outTo all my niggas c-walkin`We gangsta`d outTo all my niggas b-walkin`We`re gangsta`d outYou niggas know what we aboutWe gangsta`d outWe keep it gangsta`d out(Verse 1)Smoke one for me if tomorrow never happensCause I`ll probably go out blazin`, in a gun fightCause I only got one life (sup, nigga?!)And I`ma do what I choose, to live itMash, murder for cashAnd pray to God this ain`t our lastDays on earth (my... nigga)You`s a bitch for what she worth, and splitYou see our cats representIf you a mack, let`s get bent, niggaPull out our pot on the cornerFor all my doggs in a comaWho died in CaliforniaFrom Inglewood to Watts (woo! woo!) From L.A. to the BayPacoima and San Bernardino, Latinos and FilipinosPuerto Rican hotties, lovin them big bodiesEscalate trucks... tearin` the turf up at rallies where we meet upSo roll the weed up (what up, nigga?)Parkin` lot packed, and polishin` actsQ 45`s, if finished, my niggas sent us to win itLike gold bend it, scrilla we spend itCash, Yola, the game ain`t overHold up, soldier(Chorus)(Verse 2)First ones to gaffle 6-4 cut, sag the khakis on creases (yeah)Brought the gangster to the rap game, and tore that shit to pieces (ugh)First to rock the ace duece, with the matches `round the rimThe diamond in the middle, first to pend a `hood filmLabeled The Menace to Society, my Boys up In the HoodGangsta rap starts, first to fuck with Hollywood, yeahIt`s killa Cali, the gangsta rap capitolAnd rollin` through my `hood, boy, you better duck for the ???True gangsta niggas... And boy, they quick to kill ya (ba!)Lay that ass out, you backin` out? Yeah, I feel ya (uh-huh)We keep it hard, ain`t no cuts up in our `browYeah, he`s alright, but, um... He dies now (whew!)The gangsta motto... Two niggas hard to follow

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