The Game f Sean T

Gutta Boyz

188 3 часа назад

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(We gangsta daddy!)[Sean T]Yuh!I`m sippin on that `notiq the color of Hulk manAnd the blueberry smoke got a nigga twerkinYou niggaz is perkin - so you doin it big?You roll deep but when I see you it`s just you and your kidsI roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellersAnd my pockets run deep like a Mercer tellerHaters trip when they see the whip dippin byThe paint on it change like the I-95I`m just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollowpointheat for you niggaz and the po` for the mamisSean Gotti, I`m puttin an end to camraderieI`m lettin off heat, `til them eyes get waterySome gon` ricochet, some gon` hit, y`all gon` get `emFluids gon` disperse out like refreshin club serumI`m deadly as bite venom but I`m far from a snakeI`ll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your cake[Chorus: The Game]We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whipsThe chains, the fuckin broads we withWe gangsters nigga; we`ll come through your hooda hundred deep and empty the whole clipWe gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beefAnd my niggaz`ll put you under the streetWe gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say`Fore I empty the whole glock in your face[Sean T]Streets is tough, but ain`t no hopscotch lines on the groundJust burner shells, and police siren soundsNiggaz know who I am in the town; it ain`t a circusBut it might as well be, cause you know I`ma clownI`m a terrain boss, I know most niggaz envious dawgAnd if a nigga owe me change you better give me it dawgIf you feelin like you wanna leap, make like a frogYou niggaz lame, transparent like Wonder Woman`s planeI`m a stunna in this game, a federal figureBlowin doj` in the hummer, 50 K on my fingersI`m like a NASCAR winner poppin Mo` and Bill{?}D-Squad don`t give a fuck about nobody elseI pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for hoursThe end result will probably be, pinewood and flowersSo I`ll advise you deduct your QP`s and powderWe gangsters and we jackin cowards (yup!)[Chorus][Sean T]S.T. nigga D-Squad, G.G.DDon`t get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do creepWe ride out thug, shit we don`t dieWe lay low like mechanics tryin to fix up ridesA lot of cats say I`m sick in the head, when I anger it`s onPoodles gon` be up missin or deadI chop haters up, like an old-ass sampleOr creep through your village, like Stallone in "Rambo"I`m like piranhas on red meat, I`m on you niggazYou afros? Then I guess I got to comb you niggazSo break bread, when you see me dawg hit the flo`I`m like a nigga off the X, unpredicta-bleImitators always hollerin how gangsta they isBut got about as much courage as the Lion in "The Wiz"Shit I`m into pullin shanks on you fake Jake catsMe and my burner hold it down man we go way back[Chorus]

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