Текст песни South Central Cartel - G`s Game, слова песни South Central Cartel

Текст песни South Central Cartel - G`s Game

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PRODEJE:Playin` like a gangsta, you wanna be a GI told you gangstas boogie, did you listen to the P?I tell you how it`s on if you recognize the realYou ain`t the only brother out there fiendin for the killPlayin` like a gangsta, you niggas better seeI represent my Loc and you represent yo` GCause players only prosper as you suckers bite the dustAnd wonder why they died from the millimeter bustNow you can be my Cuz, homie, I can be yo` BloodBut if you true to self, G, I got to show you loveThey wonder if it`s Crip but does it matter where I G?I`m sick of doin` shows for niggas lookin` mad at meI represent the small percent of real niggasNever claim the hood even though I pull triggersNow get directly at me, I`m not trippin` on the fameI`m talkin` to my niggas playin` in this G`s gameChorus:You playin` in the G`s gameAnd homie, it`s hard to maintainIf you slip in the hood it`s never all good Cause you can get smoked in the hoodYou playin` in the G`s gameAnd homie, it`s hard to maintain If I can be your Loc, then you can be my GIt`s all to the GHAVIKK THE RHYME SON: Now recognize, open yo` eyes as I hit the switch dippin`Sippin` on that St. in the cut reminiscin`Cause deep in this game the mentality is devilishYou wanna be a G, but you ain`t even ready yetWent to high school, dropped out, you couldn`t handle itHangin` with them brothers had to knew was straight scandalousGot it in yo` mind that you gots to pack the .44Quarter on the hood, to stack a end you slang lleyoOn the run daily, now you`re livin` foulMom`s cryin` nightly, so she throwin` in the towelI used to be a G-sta of em all, but bullets don`t have bitesSo it made a brother realizeI can be a G rockin showsClockin, stackin` ends, droppin` tracks in studioYeah, but jealousy plays the part cause these fools wanna maddog, locWhen I`m dippin` on `em hundred spokesChorus...PRODEJE: Now back up in the daysThey used to settle beef just from the shoulderBut now they want the funk and I can smell the fuckin odorIt`s mandatory, brothas gots to pick a strap upThe gangstas move in town to built the ghetto back upAnd all the bustas sweatin` Prodeje because I`m clockin`I used to buck a fool, say "fuck a fool", but now I`m rockin`The other dialect to put my G into perspectiveAnd all that`s bound to scare should come to get their ass collectedHAVIKK THE RHYME SON:And now you on the run, you caught a caseYou wanna get your stripes, so you shot a Baby Loc in his faceNow face the fact retaliation, is a must, GAnd if you slip, yo` enemies are gonna bust, GAnd if you make it home, you`re luckyCause ghetto warfare is leavin` niggas` minds twisted like ChuckieRhyme Son say it`s crucial, black G`z need to wake up then And recognize the fuckin` games that you play with me Chorus...

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G`s Game

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