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E-40

Gangsta Song

 

Gangsta Song

(álbum: The D-Boy Diary: Book 1 - 2016)


[E-40:]
I'm cut from leather not polyester
My cheddar long like tape measures
Stay with a Heckler and couch protector, 9 mm behead ya
Charge your bitch like a testler or should I say bill collector?
Got more gold than the treasures, I'm a monster like uncle Fester
When it comes to my family, I go back to pushing that candy
The booger suger; the yayo
Or that broccoli, spinach or kale
On the front propeller
Whether the hillside or south Vallejo
Never rollover, or tell, do my time, go to jail
Showing, improving
We never losing, we gamed up, never lamed up
Bitches be loving the way, the way we move
I'm fired up, like a firetruck
Like a barber shop, I line ya up, catch a fade, no hair cut
You could run up and get done up
Get a check up, from the neck up

[Kent Jones:]
This ain't no ordinary gangsta song, song
But never get it twisted, you fucking with the original, the original
This ain't no gangsta song for you to sing along
So never get it twisted, you fucking with the original, the original
Real niggas up, Glock.40 on my waist, you could get that
West side, west side, you gon' rep that
If I got a little problem, who to put back
West side, west side, nigga this that gangsta song, song
West side, west side, nigga this that gangsta song, song
So never get it twisted, you fucking with the original, the original

[E-40:]
I'm a top hat, a staple, tycoon, a factor; appealer
Like Geddes, I'm in the picture, bitch, I'm a boss, I'm a fixture
I can tell you who real and who phony
Who counterfeit, who a mark
And I got a black belt in gritting
A purple heart in street smart
Me, my fanbase, sticking with beats
Sick With It, with no disease
I'm a OG in the game and I'm having my grill cheese
You could tell by the way my diamonds be shining when I say cheese
First rapper on wax to ever say, "fo shizzie"
Fetty longer than the neck on a flamingo
It's more then just my raps and my lingo
And you can find me in Rinos, up in the temper bill casino
You fucking with the original, gas nover instrumental
99 BPM tempo, trunk dropper slap the instrumental tremendo

[Kent Jones:]
This ain't no ordinary gangsta song, song
But never get it twisted, you fucking with the original, the original
This ain't no gangsta song for you to sing along
So never get it twisted, you fucking with the original, the original
Real niggas up, Glock.40 on my waist, you could get that
West side, west side, you gon' rep that
If I got a little problem, who to put back
West side, west side, nigga this that

They say it's all about the end, it's the day of the end
You really got fiends when you think you got fans
There's no I in team, but there's a I in win
Without the in it's still we, game changers at the end
Yup, no joystick needed
Studied the game system and I was forced to beat it
Never was automatic 'cause I did it manual
You need to learn to take instructions before you read it

This ain't no gangsta song, song
But never get it twisted, you fucking with the original, the original
This ain't no gangsta song for you to sing along
So never get it twisted, you fucking with the original, the original
Real niggas up, Glock.40 on my waist, you could get that
West side, west side, you gon' rep that
If I got a little problem, who to put back
West side, west side, nigga this that gangsta song, song
West side, west side, nigga this that gangsta song, song
So never get it twisted, you fucking with the original, the original

They say it's all about the ends, at the day of the end
You really got fiends when you think you got friends
There's no ''I'' in team but there's an ''I''' in when
Without the end it's still the we, game changes at the end
Yup no joystick needed, studied the game system
And I was forced to beat it, nothing's was automatic
'Cause I did it manual, you need to learn to take instructions Before you read it, this ain't no

This ain't no ordinary gangsta song, song
But never get it twisted, you fucking with the original, the original
This ain't no gangsta song for you to sing along
So never get it twisted, you fucking with the original, the original
Real niggas up, Glock.40 on my waist, you could get that
West side, west side, you gon' rep that
If I got a little problem, who to put back
West side, west side, nigga this that gangsta song, song
West side, west side, nigga this that gangsta song, song
So never get it twisted, you fucking with the original, the original

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