Текст песни Seagram f Gangsta P - It Don`t Stop
Seagram f Gangsta P - It Don`t Stop слова песни
[Seagram]Click, click, boom On your mothafuckin` ass, punkIts that nigga name Seag bringin` funkStraight from the O to the A to the K to the L to the A to N to the D(Bitch!)S.N.V. is a hood that I roll throughTalkin` that punk shit, nigga, I told you You cant fuck with the real loc geeYou niggaz dont know meI fucked your dead homieAnd I can give a fuck about the shit that you stressI`m handlin` more mail than you B.S.So you can jump up And pump up your mothafuckin` ReeboksI cant be faded not even with some ClorexI`m funky like sweat socksFunky like stinkCock a hundred dee on that deal blockWhen you see me in the BenzJealous niggaz dont be talkin`I aint sidin` on you, tricksI`m just flossin`So be aware of the late nite strangerWith 49 in the clip and one in the chamber...[Gangsta P]Mothafuckas want the rocks? Well, I got`em Steppin` on the blockAnd never leave home without`emSlangin` on the mothafuckin` Seminary streetNow I`m known to be a gee cause the nigga`s 23Step broke and get broke off some properMy lil homie Ken Pulled a trigga of a Chopper, niggaLets get ghost in the bucketCock the steel, fuck the policeCause the niggaz is realComin` from the mothafuckin` sixtiesKnown to pull a triggaTill the clip`s on emptyStranded in the jungles of the East OaktownCome through but i still slang my dope a proIce creams, so wont you come and get it?Niggaz try to jack get sprayed and be finishedLil Gangsta P, S.N.V.Till I die, layin` dead six feet deep...[Seagram]4-deep in the bucketRollin` with some convicts, East Side lunatics Doin` shit, stack some dough, slap a hoeOr jack a foe with my MAC-1-0Straight from Oakland CaliSlangin` birds in the alleyHigh performances on ralliesFuck the police precintAnd a kitchen sinkThey try to make us stinkI got killa instinctThey got me heatedSo they gettin` treated With this medicationAK`s sprayin` with no hesitationAint no love for them mothafuckin` rednecksCause in the ghetto shootin` cops is a re-flexAs we swing low in the CheriotShoot the cop, take the gat, then bury itCaught up in the ways of the East SideAint no peace ride, the decease ride...