Текст песни T-Bone - Tru 2 Life Playas
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[Verse 1]Kinda like tha mafia if you ask me, who`s that?All of them ridas from ORC, why`s that?Cuz we bad like 3 strikers when we spit rhymes and preach to street bikersOr convicts in ricersThere never ain`t no telling what we gonna doCuz when you think we throughWe come back hit youWit another hit, ain`t no stopping me and my gangBoneybone Corleone from the MTV cut fameSame rapper and same rider, WestsiderOnly difference is my beats and rhymes tighter, that`s realNow throw in tha sky if you down wit meI represent that organized rhyme familyFamily tree consist of demon killasReaching drug dealers and top billas making scrillaLivin` in white villas, using guerilla tactics to reach crypts and bloodsAnd all tha thugs that are looking for love[Hook]We`s them rhyme sayers, true 2 life playsDippin` in navigators not trippin` on all you hatersMaking rider music strictly for tha CreatorWit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders[Verse 2]From tha land of Chuck Taylors, khaki wearers and gang bangersWhere rap sangers lowride and talk about `em colored bandanasDucking from one time, California sunshineProjects and streets infested wit thugs that are doing major crimesPrimetime couldn`t paint a better pictureBest beware of them locs and O.G.`s from them thugs hit yaCuz where we from it`s straight scandalous, Los AngelesAin`t too many players or ridas that can handle usSlugs flying in every direction you lookGot homeless people living under bridges and drug addicts hookedAin`t this a shame, that`s why me and my gang preachin`, like deaconsTo bloods, crips, Latinos, Blacks and Puerto RicansEvery weekend we be speakin` and preachin`, teachin`How we need to be reachin` tha heathen, sleepin`While tha devils creepin` meetin` to put these suckas names on contractsAnd lift up and raise up tha King of kings like a car jack![Verse 3]We making moves like a U-HaulPlaya haters don`t get it twisted like RuPaulWe don G`s and family, that stick together like Siamese twinsAnd Chinese steam rice from Chang Lee`sI`m tha, Bone Corleone wit Lucky Luciano, Kevin Blanco and Mr. Donnie BrascoE-Doggie Montana from Nicaragua, my little patna that we be calling Jimmy HoffaCan`t forget about Chase Gigant, cuz when I rhyme say he makes`em beats bomb bayHot like picante, this is tha click that I be talking aboutSo if you ain`t down wit us then back up before you get clowned