Текст песни Tash - Gs Iz Gs
Tash - Gs Iz Gs слова песни
[tash](who we got? )We got catash and kuruptionWhat the fuck is yo function? We got catash and kuruptbout to fuck shit upIm sippin nuttin but the best; what you got in yo cup? [kurupt]Hennessey[verse one--tash]Yeah, yeah, that make me tweak on beatsTash be kickin so much ass I rock cleats on concreteSo get the pictuahMy rap stylell hit ya til ya move backThis aint the kind of shit that help stella get her groove backIts on co uncleRaps that keeps me flossinWhile yo album on the shelf gettin dusty at the slaussonSwapPop that glockClock that knotIts thin line between love and hateIts thin line between compton n wattsWhat you got? Yo motherfuckers is nerdsYo, kurupt, tell these niggas what the fuck you heard![kurupt](check it out)I heard it saggin in bandanasShit to spit the leavesSplit like bananasPoetical scannersMake the crowd go bananaFurious, luxurious, an glamorousBitches and camerasExpertsImpenetrability exertsBurst a verseAnd since nuttin but trouble incense jerks (back in the day)Silently clashinClash isThrowin towels in like passesAll I want to know is where the ass isIf you got yo pistol let it sizzle an whistleIm agile; you fragile--Glass and crystalIm priceless--the nicestYeah, thats rightNice enough to bring the snub and bust on sight[chorus][tash]We got catash and kuruptbout to fuck it upIm sippin nuttin but the best; what you got in yo cup? [kurupt]Hennessey, niggaYeah, yeah, oh, yeah indeed[tash]You know I got the malibu[kurupt]I got the orange weed[tash]We got catash and kuruptbout to fuck it upIm sippin nuttin but the best; what you got in yo cup? [kurupt]O.e., homey, yeahOh, yeah, indeed[tash]You know I got the hennessey[kurupt]I got the orange weed, nigga[both]cause bustas is bustas, an gs iz gsBut aint nobody fuckin round wit mcs like these[verse two--tash]Somebody buck this nigga keys; this lil punk must be drunkI let that nigga hit my weed, he walked away wit my bluntAnd thats a no-no, locoSo its one way to settle this:You gots to box a round wit the ghetto-est gold medalistTash got a rough rambunction in the functionYo, this shit aint even fearIts kinda like we punchin munchkinsSo let that nigga slideHe too wide-eyed to hide itTashll slap his ass so hard, Ill leave his afro lopsidedYou got it? GoodTell your boyz n the hoodMy styles a work of art--its like I carved it from woodIm often misunderstood, cause my style is freaky-deakyI could say some simple shit and lose your stupid ass completelySo meet me on the block when you come to the westBangin styles thatll wash you up quicker than zestLayin rap styles to rest if yo shit aint tight (nighty-night)Yo, catash, tell these niggas who they got tonight![chorus]Rum n coke...Gin n juice...[kurupt]Olde english 800Yeah, thats my brandDrink it in a cold 40 ounce or a canOnly if gangstas come, Ill mashQuickly be on ritzy, cause he down to blastIf you got it, Im a get itYa heard me, homey? Im o.g.I swerve and dip slowly, homeyEasily I approachThis bustah-ass nigga fin to blaze this roachPull out my pistol and put it to his chinIts already cocked, so, Im like "fuck it, then"Yous a bitch, and thats all youll beAn I dont give a fuck to let a nigga hear it from meYou got calibers, I got cali-co.You got teflon, I got napalmI come around from the sideIm gangstain it upPimpin wit pounds o hashWit dis bad lil mama wit a gang o ass[outro--kurupt]Yeah, niggasKurupt young gotti(dpg)Tash, whas crackin? [tash]You know...Same shit different toiletPut it down, my nigga from the west coastKurupt: dogg pound gangstaBut hold up, manWhile we in this muthafuckah, let me give a shout-out to my nigga kingTeeThe whole likwit crew (only bad bitches allowed)Oh, what? Only bad bitches? Its a gangsta party[kurupt]Alkaholik gathering, muthafuckah...punk[tash]Alkaholiks, dpg