Текст песни Silkk The Shocker - What Gangsta`s Do
Silkk The Shocker - What Gangsta`s Do слова песни
[Silkk the Shocker]Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peelerHustler, baller, gangsta, cap peelerHustler, baller, gangsta, cap peelerHustler, baller, gangsta, cap peelerHustler, baller, gangsta, cap peelerHustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler[Chorus]What gangstas do for money187, 211 I`m bout it bout it see yo I`m down to do whatever[Silkk the Shocker]I wants money the powers the shit niggaI need dollar shitTil I win the lotto bitchMy motto is to get richHustler make things all rightConnected on our flightYou need da Gs and keys over in the carDrove back all nightWon`t do nuttin for some assWhile I will do anything for some cashFuck the police now I from city fresh off a copper`s assWhat you gon do when the bills don`t comeAnd what you gon do when it`s time ta lay it downDis nigga don`t give a fuck bout nuttin but Dollar dollar bills y`allDa real y`allI`m tryin ta get a mil y`allI cost dese things dat I can afford dat I wantYou calls for da Cadillac wit da 5th wheelAnd, I`m up in the trunkSo don`t get mad when you see me with a ski maskI be blastin`I`m gonna get the cash by any meansThe stashPlus a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eatYou`re gon be surprised when I`m over your eyes when you see me on the creepChorus[Abel]Dem niggaz dat feel usBe de killas and dealersWitness my shit nigga Strong arm for skrillaTop yo mama for a dollarGangstas do what we gottaBack da coke sell the powderFor the money and powerNo Limit riderBitch don`t make me sayin no lottaIf it`s over my lootI shoot and never missBut`s it`s burned from my clip like a pot of hot gritsDown for gangsta shit for the chips and grip[Kane]Nigga down to do some workPut in work make it hurtTake my hollow chipsWipe em wit my T-ShirtCharge It 2 Da GameChasin fortune and fameNever snitchin, ears itchinFeds mention my nameMr. Abel Mr. Kane stay tru to da gameIf it ain`t about the paper we jus can`t understand[Abel]If you ain`t scaredBetter get somewhere when I pull dis triggerWe some seven figure military minded niggazChorus[Silkk the Shocker]Show me moneyI`m smooth I`m street smartBut I don`t play by da rules, nigga move til we get caughtYou know I`m bout my mail nigga can`t you tellP gon get me out of jail nigga he goin for da bailBut I`m a sleep in my cell til they call my nameAnd niggaz rappin to me all night cuz of all this fameNow I ain`t gonna let anyone get near meHe was hella tightI`m told em someone get out they came for a lightThey suggested I wanted to be rich and I was like mad as fuckBut I`m bout ta bail ya out so y`all niggaz stay up escapeBos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama cuz we freakin manNigga just waitin for the champagneAnd cuz dat`s me(What ya gonna do when ya get outta jail)I rather be sayin dumb shit den sit here(What do you consider that)Smokin green wit my niggaz and cleanin my strap[Chorus till fade]