Текст (слова) песни: Ras Kass - 3 Strikes soundtrack

[Ras Kass]
Strike three, hehe
It`s-just-thug-men-tal-i-ty, nigga..
Ha, YEAHHH, ha, yeah-YEAHHH, uh-uhh, uhh..

Ras Kass register Richter with nine point eight tectonic plate quakes
Firm rubber no breaks, California plates Golden State
Catch me sittin on the roof, bumpin Snoop
"Gin and Juice" reminiscin bout the rides and gang truce
Seventy degrees in the winter - tropical weather
and vendettas cause L.A. niggaz be all about they cheddar
Hoochie bitches and B.G.`s too big for they britches
Curb servin, they double up to get richer
Fuck around them lil` niggaz comin to get`cha and get wit`cha
Dump until six hit`cha, don`t let the sunshine and palm trees
fool you get the picture, niggaz be in Hollywood thinkin it`s all good
But everything South of Wilshire, is all hood
Niggaz committin murder
Later that night at Tommy`s eatin a chili-cheese burger
Menace II Society, seen that
Kobe and Shaq - Lakers bout to bring the championship ring back
From Ladera Heights to Venice Beach
Dime pieces with BMW leases and Cartier timepieces
I was born to raise West coast til my casket drop
Throw up a dub, spittin at the camera like `Pac, ptooey

Chorus: Ras Kass (repeat 2X)

Would y`all get down for me, I`ma represent my town
so y`all represent y`all town for me
If a G`s gettin made, put it down with me
Homey that`s a West Coast Mentality

[Ras Kass]
Three-hundred and ten angels, flossin nine-hundred and nine fdangles(?)
Two-hundred and thirteen sets to gangbang too
Three-hundred and twenty-three hungry homies want steak
Never been greedy, if I ate/eight, one-eight (donate)
So if I gotta choose a coast, I got to choose the West
Born and raised out there, so don`t - go there
Oh yeah, I`m the illest nigga, clownin y`all fools
with everything y`all say like Luther Luffeigh
I swoop through L.A. hoe, bendin y`all bitches like clay dough
Fuck what you say doe, these streets are fatal pendejo
So everywhere I go I take West coast with me
Home of the driveby, Thug Life and dickies
What you know about silk shirts (huh?)
Cross corded snakeskin belts, flippin off the front porch
Lesson number one - niggaz don`t give a fuck
and lesson number two remember lesson number one

Chorus

[Ras Kass]
See in L.A., niggaz don`t walk, niggaz drive whips with beats
Weak niggaz trick, most niggaz say bitches ain`t shit
but hoes gotta eat too, they all be at Club Lingerie
with a gay down to meet you
But fuck a three-piece suit
Y`all niggaz dressin like y`all goin to church
Either me and my homies get in lookin like this or we skert
(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittin, we just parkin-lot pimpin`
Sunday night, Jamaican gold, hip-hop and cheeba
Tuesday lesbian divas be up in Peanuts (what)
I be fuckin baby girl and her stud
Plus she said my dick was big, my shit be up in the gut
Waittress bitch tryin to front like we broke, "Whattup loc?"
Give me a Henn` and O.J. without slashin Nicole`s throat
C-arson nigga, I`m just the illest emcee
All California Love, rest in peace Bigga B.

Chorus 2X

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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: Ras Kass - 3 Strikes soundtrack [Ras Kass] Strike three, hehe It`s-just-thug-men-tal-i-ty, nigga.. Ha, YEAHHH, ha, yeah-YEAHHH, uh-uhh, uhh.. Ras Kass register Richter with nine point eight tectonic plate quakes Firm rubber no breaks, California plates Golden State Catch me sittin on the roof, bumpin Snoop "Gin and Juice" reminiscin bout the rides and gang truce Seventy degrees in the winter - tropical weather and vendettas cause L.A. niggaz be all about they cheddar Hoochie bitches and B.G.`s too big for they britches Curb servin, they double up to get richer Fuck around them lil` niggaz comin to get`cha and get wit`cha Dump until six hit`cha, don`t let the sunshine and palm trees fool you get the picture, niggaz be in Hollywood thinkin it`s all good But everything South of Wilshire, is all hood Niggaz committin murder Later that night at Tommy`s eatin a chili-cheese burger Menace II Society, seen that Kobe and Shaq - Lakers bout to bring the championship ring back From Ladera Heights to Venice Beach Dime pieces with BMW leases and Cartier timepieces I was born to raise West coast til my casket drop Throw up a dub, spittin at the camera like `Pac, ptooey Chorus: Ras Kass (repeat 2X) Would y`all get down for me, I`ma represent my town so y`all represent y`all town for me If a G`s gettin made, put it down with me Homey that`s a West Coast Mentality [Ras Kass] Three-hundred and ten angels, flossin nine-hundred and nine fdangles(?) Two-hundred and thirteen sets to gangbang too Three-hundred and twenty-three hungry homies want steak Never been greedy, if I ate/eight, one-eight (donate) So if I gotta choose a coast, I got to choose the West Born and raised out there, so don`t - go there Oh yeah, I`m the illest nigga, clownin y`all fools with everything y`all say like Luther Luffeigh I swoop through L.A. hoe, bendin y`all bitches like clay dough Fuck what you say doe, these streets are fatal pendejo So everywhere I go I take West coast with me Home of the driveby, Thug Life and dickies What you know about silk shirts (huh?) Cross corded snakeskin belts, flippin off the front porch Lesson number one - niggaz don`t give a fuck and lesson number two remember lesson number one Chorus [Ras Kass] See in L.A., niggaz don`t walk, niggaz drive whips with beats Weak niggaz trick, most niggaz say bitches ain`t shit but hoes gotta eat too, they all be at Club Lingerie with a gay down to meet you But fuck a three-piece suit Y`all niggaz dressin like y`all goin to church Either me and my homies get in lookin like this or we skert (errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittin, we just parkin-lot pimpin` Sunday night, Jamaican gold, hip-hop and cheeba Tuesday lesbian divas be up in Peanuts (what) I be fuckin baby girl and her stud Plus she said my dick was big, my shit be up in the gut Waittress bitch tryin to front like we broke, "Whattup loc?" Give me a Henn` and O.J. without slashin Nicole`s throat C-arson nigga, I`m just the illest emcee All California Love, rest in peace Bigga B. Chorus 2X Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни 3 Strikes soundtrack: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/117/1/7469.html Все тексты песен: Ras Kass » Ras Kass - Drama » Ras Kass - Soul on Ice » Ras Kass - Understandable Smooth » Ras Kass - Ordo Abchao (Order Out Of Chaos) » Ras Kass - 3 Strikes soundtrack » Ras Kass - Conceited Bastard » Ras Kass - Ahha » Ras Kass - H2OProof » Ras Kass - Soul On Ice » Ras Kass - Ghetto Fabulous » Ras Kass - The End » Ras Kass - West Coast Mentality » Ras Kass - Jack Frost » Ras Kass - Won`t Catch Me Runnin » Ras Kass - Van Gogh » Ras Kass - Ordo Abchao (Order Out Of Chaos) » Ras Kass - Golden Chyld » Ras Kass - Lapdance » Ras Kass - Interview With a Vampire » Ras Kass - Drama Рекомендуем скачать: » Limp Bizkit - Just Like This » Libertines - What became of the likely lads » Lumen - Кофе » Lenny Kravitz - You Were in My Heart » Luv` - You`re The Greatest Lover » Lyle Lovett - Good-bye To Carolina » Less Than Jake - Hell Looks A Lot Like L.A. » Lloyd Cole - Holier Than Thou » Little Big Town - Stay » Linkin Park - step up \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Lil` Kim f Larceny, Notorious B.I.G., Tr - Fuck You » LMNO - Wise, Dumb (Wisdom) » Lonnie Johnson - More Rhythm (live, 1941) » Lenny Kravitz - Flowers For Zoe » Little Brother - Watch Me » Living Sacrifice - Not Beneath » Led Zeppelin - The Song Remains The Same » Lil` Wayne f Juvenile - Enemy Turf » Lifetime - turnpike gates \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Linkin Park - Numb / Encore
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