Текст песни MC Eiht f Spice 1, Redman - Nuthin` But the Gangsta
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Intro: MC EihtGeyeah, we in the motherfuckin houseEiht Hype in the motherfuckin house, geyeah1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin houseMy Niggaz on the Run in the motherfuckin houseLil Hawk and Burn in the motherfuckin house, geyeahAnd ain`t no love in the nine-fo` hoeVerse One: MC EihtIt makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the fogLet them hood rat bitches know the true meaning of a dogMakes me want to be a nigga, for hireLet five-oh feel the motherfuckin, fi-yahHold my nuts and make my cashBreak this ten and a half off in your ass, uhhWalkin with a strap and a bad ass rapYou get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huhAnd bitches can`t hang with the packFools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right backNiggaz got beef cuz Eiht Hype`s a mackAnd since the age of thirteen, I`ve been packinFool I slang a gang of twenty bagsThick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sagAlways on the lookout for the, helicopterBlast from the AK fill the fuckin copperIt`s do or die, motherfuckers dieNiggaz from the Compton streets so don`t even try, niggaYou get slugs from the stub for offendin meNuthin but the gangsta in meChorus:Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3X)Spice 1 come downVerse Two: Spice 1I am a G, yes I`m only a GWalks like a G, talks like a GSo A to the motherfuckin KIt`s your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the BayMurder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they assI`ma do the blast, then Eiht you get cash inDash, the fuck out the cutFifty bullets up in the nuts, nigga that`s how we runnin upI-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-I-smile-but-a-motherfucker-peelin-his-capPicked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plasticSay killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me glockPiggedy pop motherfucker, watch em drop, motherfuckerJust a G, comin up out the Bay with a AKPut it in your face to split your wig nigga, zag to zig niggaDisrespect me I`ma bank yaCuz I`m nuthin but a motherfuckin East Bay GangstaChorus:Nuthin but the gangsta (3x)Ha ha, come on niggaVerse Three: RedmanCheck it outOh my God! I destroy cities like the BlobDroppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to Cape CodFuck a job, my organization runs like the mobThe original Joe Pex Flex, Redman bitch you better ask somebodPrepare to slam from here to Japan with jamsI`m from the Jersey section and I keep it real for ninety-four andI can`t march on swap meets, y`all duck sects I dissectsBut I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don`t know where mines atblack, huh!! I snatch the Beauty from the BeastIt`s that funk deceased nigga comin thru bitch so grab your hairpeaceI got the gangsta in me plus I`m not friendlyto a bitch-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the IndyNow let me spice the track up, MC Eiht pass the bone so I can get liftedAnd a head can get blown when Bronx pass the biscuitI drop the funk and drop a body to show I`m seriousThe gangsta means I`m live, rappin from New Jersey, period!!Chorus:Nuthin but the gangsta (8X)Verse Four: MC EihtHit the weights everyday like Popeye the sailorBailin with my squashed up khakis and Chuck TaylorsJust touched down from San QuentinHand me that fresh ass Pendleton, uhh!It`s nuthin but the gang, thingMakes me hit the corner and slangBoard and quarter about a hundred timesDon`t be servin no dubs and dimesBut I do it, no hesitationFuck it, I`ma violate probationNo one gave a mad fuck about meSince the age of eight I roamed the halls of LBPops thrown out never had a big brotherPut on the set when I could pick the right colorThe homey put me down on a half a birdTurned it into key now they bomb for meRollin in the Trey on fuckin gold d`sNuthin but the motherfuckin gangsta in me, geyeahOutro:Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeahNuthin but the gangsta- come downAnd that`s how it`s going downThat`s how it`s going down, uhh1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin houseNiggaz on the Run, Lil Hawk and BurnNuthin but the gangsta (4x)Geyeah