Текст (слова) песни: Mystikal - Gangstas

[Intro Snoop]
No Limit. Soldiers. (Ughhhhhhhh!)
DPGC. Gangstas. (Ha, ha!)
Look here, you got three crazy muthafuckas
in the same place at the same time.
(Yeah, Master P.)
You know this shit gon be off the hook.
(It`s gon be the wildest shit you ever heard.)
For my bitches down south.
Southern hospitality.
(Representin, ya heard me!)

[Snoop]
From the cold, hard streets of the LBC
To a duet with Mystikal and Master P
Real G`s ship keys and shoot dice on their knees
And put pistols to the mouths, of their enemies
Old country ass nigga with a gold in the front
Be the same muthafucka that get your bitch ass stomped
Underestimatin hatin got you knocked out cold
Tryin to play my boy over, you was with your hoe
Them South niggas bangin off the shit that we write
Punk niggas get killed, straight on sight
No Limit ain`t no gimmick
It`s tragic you know, so don`t be meddlin with my boy and my hoe
Lay low, hit the floor, I`m back
Yo P, take me to the streets, that`s where my heart is at
You make em say Ughhhhhhh!
I make em say beeyatch
Together we can flip the script and get grip
You got the crack, I got the bud sack
Mystikal, smack, you got the strap
Deep in that gangsta shit on a night like that
You blast me, I blast you back, beeyatch!

[Chorus: X 2]
We bout to jump off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!
We bout to hop off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!
Know what, we`re bout to jump off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!

[Mystikal]
Got this fuckin party poppin
You cappin and army braggin
Gon keep smugglin in this game shit
"Niggas ain`t rappin" what you say about gangsta rappin
You get killed forever, my nigga, every day
Where you get fucked up nigga, is where you lay
Time again I tried to tell you, but you ain`t wanna heard what I say
Damn leather dog bombin
Done made a mistake
We made (something is faded in the background) sound so good
Keep that gangsta shit banging up and down your hood
Cause only real gangstas get down and to the bottom
Where y`all going, that much, we`ll see right through ya
I`ll out hustle ya, can`t put up a fight cause I out muscle ya
My really don`t give a fuck attitude got ya feelin uncomfortable
I got that there, nigga you ain`t saying shit
I`m colder than a brand new pair of Stan Smiths
Fresher than a whole box of green Altimos
But I got to blow your head off and put bullet holes in your Girbauds

[Chorus]

[Master P]
B-O-U-T we bout it
Real gangstas live muthafuckin rowdy
And where you from is how you come
Where you be or you`re at
Fool, watch your back for these gangstas in that black from
Long Beach to New Orleans, from every nigga in the hood to the
penitentiary
Tryin to, survive on these streets
Slangin dope cause the kids gotta eat
Put it in a car or a plane, Grey Hound or a train
Sixty five when it came, eighty nine when it lay
I`m in love with miss mo mo, candy painted four
Twenty skirt with convertible, fuckin polo
Bring the stylins of your talk
I mean real gangstas don`t talk
Free your mind and refugee
Alive and turn your cheeks like Pras be

[Chorus till fade]

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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: Mystikal - Gangstas [Intro Snoop] No Limit. Soldiers. (Ughhhhhhhh!) DPGC. Gangstas. (Ha, ha!) Look here, you got three crazy muthafuckas in the same place at the same time. (Yeah, Master P.) You know this shit gon be off the hook. (It`s gon be the wildest shit you ever heard.) For my bitches down south. Southern hospitality. (Representin, ya heard me!) [Snoop] From the cold, hard streets of the LBC To a duet with Mystikal and Master P Real G`s ship keys and shoot dice on their knees And put pistols to the mouths, of their enemies Old country ass nigga with a gold in the front Be the same muthafucka that get your bitch ass stomped Underestimatin hatin got you knocked out cold Tryin to play my boy over, you was with your hoe Them South niggas bangin off the shit that we write Punk niggas get killed, straight on sight No Limit ain`t no gimmick It`s tragic you know, so don`t be meddlin with my boy and my hoe Lay low, hit the floor, I`m back Yo P, take me to the streets, that`s where my heart is at You make em say Ughhhhhhh! I make em say beeyatch Together we can flip the script and get grip You got the crack, I got the bud sack Mystikal, smack, you got the strap Deep in that gangsta shit on a night like that You blast me, I blast you back, beeyatch! [Chorus: X 2] We bout to jump off with some gangsta shit Gangsta shit! We bout to hop off with some gangsta shit Gangsta shit! Know what, we`re bout to jump off with some gangsta shit Gangsta shit! [Mystikal] Got this fuckin party poppin You cappin and army braggin Gon keep smugglin in this game shit "Niggas ain`t rappin" what you say about gangsta rappin You get killed forever, my nigga, every day Where you get fucked up nigga, is where you lay Time again I tried to tell you, but you ain`t wanna heard what I say Damn leather dog bombin Done made a mistake We made (something is faded in the background) sound so good Keep that gangsta shit banging up and down your hood Cause only real gangstas get down and to the bottom Where y`all going, that much, we`ll see right through ya I`ll out hustle ya, can`t put up a fight cause I out muscle ya My really don`t give a fuck attitude got ya feelin uncomfortable I got that there, nigga you ain`t saying shit I`m colder than a brand new pair of Stan Smiths Fresher than a whole box of green Altimos But I got to blow your head off and put bullet holes in your Girbauds [Chorus] [Master P] B-O-U-T we bout it Real gangstas live muthafuckin rowdy And where you from is how you come Where you be or you`re at Fool, watch your back for these gangstas in that black from Long Beach to New Orleans, from every nigga in the hood to the penitentiary Tryin to, survive on these streets Slangin dope cause the kids gotta eat Put it in a car or a plane, Grey Hound or a train Sixty five when it came, eighty nine when it lay I`m in love with miss mo mo, candy painted four Twenty skirt with convertible, fuckin polo Bring the stylins of your talk I mean real gangstas don`t talk Free your mind and refugee Alive and turn your cheeks like Pras be [Chorus till fade] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Gangstas: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/9023.html Все тексты песен: Mystikal » Mystikal - I Get it Started » Mystikal - Round Out Tha Tank » Mystikal - Sleepin` With Me » Mystikal - Big Truck Driver » Mystikal - Smoke Something » Mystikal - Jump » Mystikal - I`m Throwed Off (Bonus Track) » Mystikal - Here We Go » Mystikal - Born 2 Be A Soldier » Mystikal - Respect My Mind » Mystikal - I`m On Fire » Mystikal - Mind of Mystikal » Mystikal - U Would If U Could » Mystikal - Shake Ya Ass » Mystikal - Aint No Limit » Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous » Mystikal - I Rock, I Roll » Mystikal - Pussy Crook » Mystikal - Neck Uv Da Woods » Mystikal - Mystikal Fever Рекомендуем скачать: » Лена Перова - Лети за солнцем » Линда - Взгляд изнутри » Линда - Подвиги » Леонид Ткачук - СТАРИННАЯ » Любовь Захарченко - Москва » Л.Агутин А.Варум - Королева » Леонард Хируг - Включили свет в вагоне, а в окно... » Любовь Окунева - Мой дом, как дом » Леонард Хируг - Кто виноват? » Леонид Ткачук - Железная дорожная » Лёлё - За исключением » Леонид Коронов - Пролог в стиле неглубокого ретро » Любовь Захарченко - Корифеи (из цикла Разговоры с XIX веком) » Леонид Коронов - Блюз » Леонид Сергеев - Фотография » Любовь Захарченко - Ты любил меня одну... » Любэ - Ребята с нашего двора » Любовь Захарченко - Колыбельная рыбака » Людмила Чеботарева - Последняя песня Кармен (Из цикла Вечные Женщины) » Леонид Шехтман - Сиреневый бульвар
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