Текст песни Mac Shawn - Real Type Gangsta
Mac Shawn - Real Type Gangsta слова песни
[Kid talking to (Mac)]Hey what`s up (Hey what`s up with you lil` homie)Nothing, hey ain`t chu` that rapper nigga (Yeah, hey what`s happening)(What they call you) J, where your bodyguards at(I don`t run with no bodyguards lil` homie)Oh, cause every time Dre and Snoop come to the hoodThey got more police than the President (Ha, ha alright I`m feeling you)(You`s a cool lil` nigga) EASTSIDE![Mac Shawn]I mean, I don`t know what they thinkY`all gon` bite Mac Shawn game and ride with itNah, nah, nah, nah homieSo quick, to my real nephewsCause uh, we gangsterous, we gangsterousWe gangsterour, we gangsterousYeah the real gangstas[Verse 1]I done did it allStandin` here in these forty drawsDouble X around my chest and neckSix foot, two-forty of that good, raw dogIt`s that big boss game, what chu` reap, what chu` sowSo automatic, on the gash when I smash on a niggaMy niggas done bumped me upSittin` low in the cut and I`m out so toughIt`s the bank, back claimin` everythingThat nigga Snoop, tryin` to talk like Mac Shawn manSee they always spittin` my game but never mention my nameSit boy, down boy, don`t bite mePlease believe when I tell you thisY`all rappin` J gats can`t cross like meAlways sayin` nephew, hollerin` oh boyCheck this Dogg, I`m the real McCoyI`m gonna seek and destroy you cats, ain`t originalYou just like a fool now, oh yeah[Hook]I`m nothin` but a gangstaLivin` majorHit me on my pagerA real playaJump down on some and run hoes like youThat`s what we doI`m nothin` but a gangstaLivin` major[Verse 2]As I ride and blow on some good doe doeTurn Rap City, get me another videoThat`s another man down todayNow bump me, what`s the charge on this sucker, the charge can`t stop usStop poppin` ya collar, claimin` you`s is G`sYou ain`t never pushed nothin` but piano keysRead between the fine lines, Mac Shawn`s a GAnd the hard head beat, we bump it on the streetMy nigga Sonny B. makes it all completeWe servin` this rap like we serve the DShowin` up so deep at The Source AwardsNext thing ya know baby it`s the BillboardWe like WHOA!, where y`all goWe got the flow dope, and the backdoor jab for sho`I mean nephew, uh whatWe wanted to holla at y`all but y`all ran outta here so quick[Hook][Verse 3]What y`all gonna doWhen me and my nephews come for youCheck game, ya game, see we do what we doDrop down on suckers and run the game so smoothTake first class flights to Catalina, CancunSee we back in effect the parts of world we ruleOh boy, it`s real big how we doBenzs, Rolls, Beamers, jetsAnd diamonds bling, bling glistenin`It`s a Bay to L.A. California thangAnd Deathrow, we ain`t trippin`I mean ya know, yeahAlways spittin` my game but never mention my nameYa know[Hook with ad-libs]