How Gangstas Roll

(альбом: Get Money, Stay True - 2007)

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You could catch me riding in da lac, top down, seat back, keeping heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, (I'm throwed).
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand, blowing kush in the wind, I'm blowed (I'm blowed).
Any day of da week, new grill, new piece, from my head to my feet, I'm cold (I'm cold).
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side, man dat's how gangstas roll (dat's how gangstas roll).

I'm higher than a top flite, throwed like a splitter, my pockets keep getting bigga, cuz I'm one bad figga.
Boppas n gold diggaz on the track at work, I'm hurting feelins in dat benz wit a deuce and a Squirt.
I'm a fillibuster for hustlaz, invading dem mark bustaz.
Leaning like I'm on crutches as I ski taste slurp.
Swanging and woodworking converting this closed curtains, for certain, I betta not spill no purple drank on my shirt.
I'm hustle for occupation, I'm grinding paper chasin, deez boyz is steady hating so this pistol I'm embracing.
Dat lac is so amazing and da elbowz is skating.
Cranker wires n vogue tires, one hell of collaboration.
Amos, Farris n Slaton, we Jordan Jackson n Pippen.
Banana clip for dem snitches tryin to monkey wrench my pimpin.
Neva been caught slipping cuz dat glock I hold, now let me tell ya how I roll come on

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Coming down in a candy lac, old skool, waving trunk on dem punks, act a fool, tipping paint, dripping wet, like a pool, breaking brews, neck cool, it's full of jewels.
Rumor is dat dem jackas on da sideline scheming and plotting. but my mind on dem boppaz if I spot'em I got'em.
I got slabs I got foreigns wit da seats all plush, I got brandy wine gloss, baby please don't touch.
I got 20's I got 4's I got screens and such. boppaz yapping cuz they say I tend to cap too much.
I got starch in my jeans and da crease so sharp.
Headlights on my ear when the night get dark, white ones on my toes brand new out the box.
Interior decorating the watch I'm connectin the dots.
I got stocks I got money that's a fat billfold, now let me tell ya how I roll come on

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Hating is so contagious these days there's no cure, this new outbreak in Houston is out of hand for sure.
These boyz is steady lying my money is multiplying look close there's no denying them boyz softer than fur.
Killa kush smoke I blow as the lungs inhale, gangsta leaning on dat oil I got a story to tell.
Lawz tripping when they see me asking "what's that smell", raw fed exed me some x pills we call it e mail.
Lights camera action I'm the shit and I show it, a young gangsta hood boy, so fly and I know it.
Steady breaking boys off, 5 karats in earlobes giving something that you can feel, my swangas is en vogue.
I'm too cool for school all work no play, impeccable with this pen I got something to say.
My repertoire is throwed I follow tha G code, let me tell ya how I roll come on

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