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Gangsta Blac
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Gettin' Real Buck
Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
It's kind of hard to keep a fuckin' mil' If yo' name ain't Holyfield Kick back in, the MC resident Countin' dollar bills
Make me kick in a liquor store Stop in get a Tanqueray Peel a chin in the wind Ballin', hittin' the freeway
Ain't no slippin' in the street 5-O's on my ass, gee Three car deep after me Ballin' down through SPV
Gangsta man, still the same Clear me as you see me pass Holler when I holler Time to dip up in another past
Rip it up, open it up, can I get a Newport? Pass me one, thank you, sir Got your whole ankle short Yada yo, givin' shouts
Steven Bone taught me that Straight from the bounds Lay it down If they cool with Gangsta Blac
All my nigga's gettin' buck Bet this on my D-Zick Throw the mic 'cause I'm so hype And hoe, this just beginning
Bury shit, fuckin' hoes Ain't that the way it's suppose to go Fuck 'em slow, let 'em know Time to hit the dirt hoe
Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Wusup, to all them people's rumors That's been said 'bout folks from Ana Creepin' through the back with a fuckin' gage Ready to ram and jam ya
All these fuckin' slugs up in yo' ass If I up and find ya Mouthful of lit fire crackers Star spangled banner
Reassess pieces on yo' body Hittin' them bitches, watch 'em drool Jack be nimble, be quick But Jack, he ain't no damn fool
Hoe, you must be high down fall For the nigga dead and gone With yo' bad self Hoe, you need to fuckin' quick
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Ain't no drunk lookin' good Ain't no killer I wish I would I buck down all you lemon Put them jackets on my neighborhood
Cock my nine, feelin' fine In case the run they mouth Wussup bitch, is you mad 'Cause we from the South?
To you motor mouth suckers Come in, get some of this Noisiness, wig split Stay up out my business
Ride 'em up Escalade Down to the mighty sky To ya hoe, see ya hoe in hell 'Cause it's time to die
Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
Ain't no fuckin' simple man Take no bullet for no nigga Trick you must can't understand Hoe, how the fuck you figure?
Not with all that reppin' shit Not with all that Football shit All about roastin' a bitch All about makin' it rich
Hoodrat means a group of hoes Slurpin' on yo' nut sac's Sac's of weed is what I need To keep my brain on this track
Chu-chu, watch me choke As I blow out a cloud of smoke Hypnotize, civilize Got dope hold it though
Time to find my nigga Let me ride in yo' Pontiac Funk it up or ride In the white Chevy with the bumpin' back
Fuck you, bitches This for girls and plenty niggas Fuck killer realer We grip hands on the trigger
Yo nine grip my dick, nigga I don't give a shit Paul in lil' man got my back Two nigga's you can't deal with
Bustin' through the crowd like a crash Dead in yo gut, now my nigga's deep Gettin' real buck
Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real buck
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