Lyrics:
Starting off with you, then killing the rest of your punk ass crew
So you better run fast
'cause those Low Pro Gangsters got some shells for that ass
to being fly I ain't talking about nothing
I stay rockin' the best shit, all of the fresh shit
By the time you get on it, I'll be on the next shit
This
gangster talk
Twenty-four bases, queue to the oasis
Suspicious see eyes and no faces
Been there, years just put in to work
For the dough, so you know that I
Crazies
Is the gangsters that you run from
Confront me and suffer, diagnosis critical
I'm lettin moma know you were a phony individual
It's pitiful to see
though you told me
That your parents use to say I told you so
He's a bald headed gangster
And through his eyes I see insanity
But girl that never stopped
gangster having an oh w having fun by the night ain't done
It's time for the hit and run
But you best believe I'm Brown and proud (Brown and proud)
It's
best have gangster already in you
Ain't no stopping in Dago homey, the saga continues
[Chorus]
In California
In California we live rowdy
With nothing
wie Beats by Dre
Ich verdeal mein Tape, denn ich rapp straighter als der Rest
Wenn du nicht gewusst hast wer der King ist ja dann weißt du's jetzt
deinen Reimketten
O-F Main bleibt Ghetto, in dieser Stadt bin ich geboren
Kapitalverbrechen für Kapital hardcore
Drive-by mit AKs, siehst die Löcher
HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother Southside gangster
HitHi-Power Entertainment motherfuckersIf you
Didn't know, it's that motherfuckin CaponeWith
That E
just ask
You make me happy on my rainy days
You make my sun come out and take my clouds away
You're the only one for me that talks real
I'm a gangster
You ain't by yourself, you're looking better
Whatever the storms that come
Life is full of them
Take a look in the mirror at yourself
Believe in
HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother Southside gangster
HitHi-Power Entertainment motherfuckersIf you
Didn't know, it's that motherfuckin CaponeWith
That E
Starting off with you, then killing the rest of your punk ass crew
So you better run fast
'cause those Low Pro Gangsters got some shells for that ass
era, man are G for dis
That RA gangster grime, that greazy shit
It's all real
They can't tek man's sauce still
Free up Fems, Weeps, Snap, Goddy
Fam,
night with a bag she can reach in
Iron out all my problems she gon' put the crease in
We don't sleep in we just dive off the deep end
By twenty-five I
gangsters outside KFC
Tell them that I am from the streets
So I love it when the peng ting wears a hat over her weave
Take a trip to the Bullring
Spending
Frankfurt, Du Maroc
Yassir, Block-Bladi-Gangster
Yeah, okay, okay, hör zu yeah!
Frankfurt, Berlin, Yassir, Bladi
Harrak, Marrok, Tunsie, Algérie
jednym tatuażem
Ile zapomniałem twarzy i obietnic przy zachodach
Jestem zły na te uczucia, gdy się kreowała moda
Gdy się malowałaś młoda, by podobać się
games, two drills in a day
Fizzy and the trey
They hopped the fence when we came
(True story)
Astaghfirullah, I don't drive by, I
Hop out this car, shoot
down"
Agony and anguish, body count nameless
Gangsters, niggers in the east coast
Shameless
Now I move ghostly, cops watch closely
Years in the making
The court for concussions
I'm harder to get than
A quarter through customs
Get accustomed to adjustments or
Adoption by abduction
I was illegal before man
Kota, it get slimy
In that bottom by that blue house
Is where you find me it get grimy
This what they screamin'
Everybody screamin' slatt
But don't wanna
with my Glocky (Glocky)
I'm by myself, I ain't come with a posse
(No) i want the profit
I bought a 'Vette and it came with a chopper
(Skrrt)
I bought
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