Текст песни Rhythm and Green f Gonzoe, Phats Bossali - Gun Powder
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Verse 1 *(Rame Royal)*I residein Oakland, California Eastsideain`t no bullshitI mean to the fullest we ridebe wise if you ain`t ready for trigger actionniggas may ask ya nowwhen I comes to blastinthe sons of fashionit`s too muchlike gettin touched for rappinslip the clip in you fuckedwon`t even know what happenedunload, close caskets from the cappindefacederasedcan`t be replacedit`s a disgracevet players set this pacecan`t keep upWe leave you wit what?Hit your chestLike kicks from the bass?Someone should of told youI`m from the old skoolmeanin the cold dude wit heatwhen I hold my twomake your whole body go like Jul`sthen disinigrateslugs penitrate any thugdon`t discriminateI mean thisgo up in you like intervenouswitness` forgettin thisain`t seen shitthey fiend thisTown`s Finestfew dank hitsYaHighnesswrap that ass up in a blanket like blindnessdump you in the trunk punkwit the pump, mass, an semiwhile I toast yo ass wit the Henny.Cuz I`m the type of niggathat`s quick to blastfuck wit meI bust a cap in that asscuz I don`t give a fuckI buck an keep bailin....I hope you bitch niggas ain`t tellin!Chorus *(Rame Royal)* 2xDuce-duce`sduce-5`s3-80`s3-57`sglocks4-4`s4-5`san Mac 11`sTech`s, AP-9`sAR-15`sAK-47`suzi`s, M-16`s.(second time "Uzi`s, M-16`s" is replaced by "fully auto machines")Verse 2 *(Phats Bossalini)*It was me an Ramein a drop top Mustangmoney from cainewit visions of havin fameI went to RegimeM-16`s wit red beamsto serve crack fiendstef filled the magazinesWHAT?!I`m on a come uppressin my luckhold glocks not givin a fuckfillin my cup to the brimregrettin my sinsI push a Benzfuck 10`splus all they friendsthey love the bubble manit`s Bossifuckin wit mine could be costlymultiple shotsslash yo spot then we outtieAK`stossin grenadesyo blocks raidwhen the gun blazeyou an yo niggas done hit the pave.WHAT?!*(Rame Royal)*(Ra-me!!!)What?(Roy-al!)Gun Powder! (echos twice)(Nigga it`s Gonzoe!)When shot`s reign down from the tower.It`s Gun Powder.Hit yo chest an devour.Gun Powder.Nigga!Bring you to your final hour.It`s Gun Powder. (echos twice)Verse 3 *(Gonzoe)*I`m 21 nowburn keys of weed down to ashesmake more moneysip Henn outta Champagne glasseslike niggascuz they give usa foul hand to work withI keep takin hits from the deck until it`s perfectmy sister`s smoked outan I`m stuck feedin her kidswork my site phat on the blockand it`s worth endsso fuck itain`t no luck in this gameit`s Rame`s thinkinI ain`t lookin in the police face wit out blinkincan`t crackthe eye contactI give that shit right backtalk to him wit this thang on my lapmaybe it`s my habitatmy surroundinsmy worldbout hoochie bitchesCutlass`wit 15`s poundinIt`s Gun Powder.*(Rame Royal)*Cuz I`m the type of niggathat`s quick to blastfuck wit meI bust a cap in that asscuz I don`t give a fuckI buck an keep bailin....I hope you bitch niggas ain`t tellin!*(Chorus)* 2xVerse 4 *(Crown Jul)*We got Downtown livinan big city dreamsgot my trigger fingeran my palms itchin for greenstalkin caps an trench coatspoppin at all them poster nigga kinfolksbest hope is revenge closean get to hoppinI get to choppin dicks offthis ain`t Lorenna Bobbitthey can`t stop itI gets offand man you been spottedred dottedya head shot atbustin 3-57`spushin 3-50 rocketup an down the asphaltecatapultin bullets up in them ass holesfull of dopewe full of saucyget the cash flowdrunk niggas be accuaratebe mackin the gatsso punk niggas evacuate the area andwe raid yo block in caravansstrapped wit 4 Mac`sbrought back from Afghanistanface itwit Millimeter in handif you ever need a friendcall the heater man.Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*I got a AKa Tre-8