Текст (слова) песни: Master P f Dino, Halleluyah, Pop, Ruga - I`m a Gangsta

[Chorus]
Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you talk
Keep that green in the vault -- we some gangsters nigga
White tees on the block, 23`s on the drop
And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some gangsters nigga

[Master P]
My lifestyle gangster, I`m from the gutter, the bottom nigga
I learned the game but it wasn`t from Godfather

[Pop]
Pop`ll slide up beside ya nigga, take ya block nice
My neighborhood like I`m Mr. Rogers, nigga

[Master P]
Nigga here to "Lean Back," but you know I`m not Joey nigga
I give you work, better pay me what you owe me nigga

[Pop]
Befo` a nigga expose the trigger
And have you mobbin it like you gone off of `dro and liquor

[Master P]
I`m a bonafide hustler, certified gangster
Wile E. Coyote keep one up in the chamber

[Pop]
To bang your frame up, hot thang rearranger
My pistol pointin at niggaz like Mystikal, "DANGER!"
And momma told me not to talk to strangers
So I let the heat speak out and bark to strangers
I got that Doublemint heat, how I pack two thangs
And red hot, now let the Black Sopranos spend knot

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
It ain`t hard to tell, you know I get cake
The sound system in my six-fo` sound like I kidnapped a earthquake
The Jakes want me off the road
Cause I got enough bricks to land me in jail without parole
Don`t fold under pressure, I don`t even do my own dirt
I got connects with the mob out in Russia
I`ll rush ya, blast the 8, fuck bein grimy
I`m too cute to get a scar on my face
I spend cake like a fashionable dude
Catch me, G`d up, in a P. Miller khaki suit
It`s No Limit how I`m movin these pies
The Chuck Taylor patent leather, with a pic of Eazy-E on the side
I`ma ride, fuck tuckin my jewels and the chain
Got a cross, that`s brighter than a Harvard student
I`m improvin, gettin better
Took off the chinchilla I`m in mink like a smooth guerilla

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Okay, the definition of a GANGSTER, mouth closed
Guns out, clip loaded, aim lock shots bang ya
Never serve shit to a stranger
Undercovers comin in for arrangers, watch for the danger
Watch for them haters they filled with anger
They try to steal your shine if they can`t steal your paper
Niggaz mad cause the kid doin it major
I`m gunnin for the top, gun cocked with the laser

[Ruga]
They call me young Rug`, yeah that`s my name
I do work for P. Miller, No Limit the game
You C-Murder on the block, it`s the Soldiers mayne
Black Sopranos leave you slumped in the car of your dreams
And my location, I`m in the Cali breeze
Smokin on that good, no stems no seeds
I lay low with the baddest brawl
I got a record deal but the hood still breakin me off

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Master P f Dino, Halleluyah, Pop, Ruga - I`m a Gangsta [Chorus] Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you talk Keep that green in the vault -- we some gangsters nigga White tees on the block, 23`s on the drop And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some gangsters nigga [Master P] My lifestyle gangster, I`m from the gutter, the bottom nigga I learned the game but it wasn`t from Godfather [Pop] Pop`ll slide up beside ya nigga, take ya block nice My neighborhood like I`m Mr. Rogers, nigga [Master P] Nigga here to "Lean Back," but you know I`m not Joey nigga I give you work, better pay me what you owe me nigga [Pop] Befo` a nigga expose the trigger And have you mobbin it like you gone off of `dro and liquor [Master P] I`m a bonafide hustler, certified gangster Wile E. Coyote keep one up in the chamber [Pop] To bang your frame up, hot thang rearranger My pistol pointin at niggaz like Mystikal, "DANGER!" And momma told me not to talk to strangers So I let the heat speak out and bark to strangers I got that Doublemint heat, how I pack two thangs And red hot, now let the Black Sopranos spend knot [Chorus] [Verse Two] It ain`t hard to tell, you know I get cake The sound system in my six-fo` sound like I kidnapped a earthquake The Jakes want me off the road Cause I got enough bricks to land me in jail without parole Don`t fold under pressure, I don`t even do my own dirt I got connects with the mob out in Russia I`ll rush ya, blast the 8, fuck bein grimy I`m too cute to get a scar on my face I spend cake like a fashionable dude Catch me, G`d up, in a P. Miller khaki suit It`s No Limit how I`m movin these pies The Chuck Taylor patent leather, with a pic of Eazy-E on the side I`ma ride, fuck tuckin my jewels and the chain Got a cross, that`s brighter than a Harvard student I`m improvin, gettin better Took off the chinchilla I`m in mink like a smooth guerilla [Chorus] [Verse Three] Okay, the definition of a GANGSTER, mouth closed Guns out, clip loaded, aim lock shots bang ya Never serve shit to a stranger Undercovers comin in for arrangers, watch for the danger Watch for them haters they filled with anger They try to steal your shine if they can`t steal your paper Niggaz mad cause the kid doin it major I`m gunnin for the top, gun cocked with the laser [Ruga] They call me young Rug`, yeah that`s my name I do work for P. Miller, No Limit the game You C-Murder on the block, it`s the Soldiers mayne Black Sopranos leave you slumped in the car of your dreams And my location, I`m in the Cali breeze Smokin on that good, no stems no seeds I lay low with the baddest brawl I got a record deal but the hood still breakin me off [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни I`m a Gangsta: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/13780.html Все тексты песен: Master P f Dino, Halleluyah, Pop, Ruga » Master P f Dino, Halleluyah, Pop, Ruga - I`m a Gangsta Рекомендуем скачать: » Би-2 - На смерть » Большой детский хор - Звездопад » Борис Полоскин - А мне бы в Африку, а мне бы в тропики... » Борис Гордон - Холодные » Борис Вайханский - Барышня и поэт » Би-2 - Откровение » Бажиновский Владимир - Уголёк » Борис Бляхман - Колыбельная » Блестящие - Рисунок » Булат Окуджава - Я вновь повстречался с Надеждой... » Беломорканал - СИРОТА КАЗАНСКАЯ » Борис Вахнюк - Песня об отце » Беломорканал - Я НЕ ВИНОВАТ » Буч (Butch) - Фобия » Б.Моисеев А.Пугачева - Две свечи » Борис Полоскин - Не уходи » Блестящие - Посмотри в небо » Борис Бурда - Речь на профсоюзном собрании » Борис Гордон - Одиночество перед Пасхой » Башаков бэнд - Смерч
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