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Three 6 Mafia - Testin′ My Gangsta

[DJ Paul Talking]

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I comes from a city where they love to hate, especially on that Triple Six
They see we really got Bentley′s and Benz′s and they hate the shit
They try to come up over us, the radio even help em′ at it
But yall ain′t got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits
I′ma keep on hurting you boys, by making this motherfuckin′ world rock
Side to fuckin′ silence bitch for years and man we still ain′t stop
Still ridin′ clean, makin′ cheese and carrying plastic glocks
And please don′t try to test us cuz you know we′ll let these bitches pop
On you hoes, you haters, you niggaz really like us
Cuz if you thank us, then you wouldn′t try to sound so much like us
I′m the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S(Memphis)
H-C-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be less
Come prepared, man I swear they wanna be down with my team
Don′t let the shit talkin′ on them CD′s fool you
That ain′t what they really mean
The truth can hurt so bad so look in they faces when you play us
And watch how they look, and watch they jaw drop to the pavement
Nigga

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Why yall Test My Gangsta
These bitches Test My Gangsta
(Repeat 8x)
Cuz it′s on now
Nigga yeah it′s on now
(Repeat 4x)

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Nigga don′t you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best
Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun
Blow out ya lungs
Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
When you see me coming, better run for fucking cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44, Tre-8
This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you better take notes, ′fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the ground bro′, with your fuckin′ shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a nigga out his clothes
Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow ain′t a gangsta come and test the waters
You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
Why you niggaz wanna test my gangsta?
Don′t make a nigga run up and shank ya
Or put some cement in yo shit and sank ya
Or make you shoot yourself and then I′m thankin′ ya
Throw tile over round your throat and drag ya cuz
Get nothing from me, but gangsta love
No testin′ me my nigga, have you laying in blood
Or dig you a grave, cut ya bitch ass up

[Verse 4: Juicy-J] ({Yeah Hoe!} repeated threw the verse)
You niggaz be trying to test, I ain′t no slouch
I squeeze my fuckin′ fist, my nig′, I break the law
I call out a hit my nig′, I make the fall
The handle with the bloody trig′, is all they saw
′Fo yo ugly face was down, on the ground
A barrel pointed at your frown, with hollow rounds
I bet ya wanna run and shit, it′s too late now
You shouldn′t have been runnin′ ya lip, to make me clown
Bitch!

Дата написания: 29 Февраля 2024 00:48:05

Ludacris - Southern Gangsta

(feat. Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ving Rhames)

[Intro: Ving Rhames]
He′s a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"...
A true, entrepre-negro
CEO of Disturbing Tha Peace Records
He expended his empire into multiple profitable businesses
Including his Thai food restaurant, Straits
Internet sites, WeMix.com
And my favorite, MyGhetto.com
The MVP, of this rap shit

[Ludacris]
Luda! I′m a hustler, BALLER, gangsta, CAP PEELER
I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer
I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt
And mac-11′s that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps! (woo!)
But you′ll be swimmin with the fishes
Softer than bitches washin dishes, fool what′s the BUSINESS?
I′m already rich, so talk mo′ figures (yup)
Spit 30 large for cigars of you hoe niggaz (oww!)
I got gangstas that′ll rearrange ya whole face
And put your casket on ice, now that′s a cold case (ha!)
Never forget where you come or that block′ll bang you
I keep my ear to the STREETS like a cocker spaniel
I cock and blast you, into outer space
Break every bone in ya, you so out of place
Boom without a trace, you a bluff to block
I got some red beams, let′s play connect the dots!

[Interlude: Ving Rhames]
He′s the biggest boss, comin outta the M-I-yayo
Straight from the "Port of Miami"
To keepin it "Trilla"
Involved in many heated acts of violence
This goes deeper than rap shit
He′s worth eight figures
So young niggaz, boss up
I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss

[Rick Ross]
I got a letter from the government, the other day
I opened and read it, it said "We want hustlers"
Had a Lexus at 18, picture that
Got a Chevy with pictures on it from pitchin crack
Bitch I know Haitians, we speakin Creole
Bitch I′m a D-boy, still slingin kilos
I got twenty cars, why exaggerate?
It cost me five grand just to fill the gas tanks
Love the marble floors, got the Greek pillows
Frontin at awards, real street niggaz
I used to serve shake, now I serve steaks
Three squares on the road, call it 3rd Bass
Big ass face, chop you in your laugh face
Shoot his ass, aim defense is the last case
Keep Jewish friends, the newest Benz
You in a pool of blood, let me see you swim

[Interlude: Ving Rhames]
Hailing from College Park, Georgia
Authorities figured they must have been some sort of mob
Or illegal organization
According to authorities, they made a quarter mil′ a week
Selling {?}, they were some high-rollin hustlers
Tity Boi, and Dolla Boy
Playaz Circle, A.K.A., the Duffle Bag Boys

[Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]
Uhh, I′m so sick I wrote this verse in a hospital
It′s an election year, I support struggle
(We roll like bicycles, icicle flow)
(White liquor, my nigga stay on line with the blow)
I′m on time with the flow, not a minute nor second late
Ain′t no such thing as second place
(And every day I live heavyweight, you niggaz featherweight)
(Fairytale tellin niggaz really need to take a break)
And the estate got a lake for a backyard
(The pool room product put it all on my sacks card)
For real? (Yeah, for real)
I′m ill, I deal, I did, I will
(I got dogs like Cujo, me and Tity two chains ridin in a two do′)
Bitches catch kudos (you know)
Yeah we move weight like sumos
And kicks it with them bitches like judo
SOUTHSIDE!

[Outro: Ving Rhames]
Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ludacris
This has been another episode, of "Southern Gangsta"
Thanks for tunin in, what′s next for Luda?
Well, anything′s possible, in the (Theater of the Mind)

Дата написания: 28 Февраля 2024 20:46:06

Robin Thicke - She′s Gangsta

All i wanted to do was get up and give love a chance
All i wanted to do was get it up and give love a chance
Ooo looking at you i got energy up in my pants
All i wanted to do was get up and get with you

In the bathroom
I′m high
The cocktail waitress
She′s a nice girl, an ice girl
She blings like Vegas
When the phone bell rings
The cat bird sings
In the van gets famous
Pour some tricks on my plate
Here we go now
To the hotel, we don′t tell Nathan
She′s a leg long, a shoe fly
The worlds whole favorite
Gets a big deal done
Hot like butter
If she wants she takes it
Pour some tricks on my plate ego

All I really know is she′s gangsta
I don′t want to leave yet
Who knows of what she′ll think of next

Plays pink guitar
Walks around me in bed
Runs her fingers through my hair
Likes the angels out my window
One of the fools
Winks that i won′t do her best
Then she tells me whose it is
Lights go off and on and off and on and on

When we got in the car we get out of hand
She invited me places i came to fast
Now i′m calling her all the time
But she won′t make no plans
All i wanted to do
Was get up in it with you
All i really know is she′s gangsta
Man go out and vote she′s gangsta
I don′t want to leave yet
Who knows what she′ll think of next

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:46:56

LeToya - Gangsta Grillz

Chorus (Ad-libs in parenth.):
It′s all about the candypaint, all about the 4′s mayne (Yeah)
It′s all about the slab baby, all about the...(yeah)
Blowing up in H-Town...
Blowing up in H-Town...
(Tell me what y′all know about this H-town chick)
It′s screw in Houston...H-Town H-Town
It′s all about the candypaint, all about the 4′s mayne
It′s all about the slab baby, all about the..
Makes the beat chop chop....
Makes the beat chop chop....
Makes the beat chop, makes the beat chop
H-Town H-Town

1st Verse:
I like them gangsta grizills
Riding through like did you see those big wheels
Pop trunk and let me feel, I got chills
Now what you know about a baller, shotcaller
Now won′t you tell me what it do, where you from
I′m from Houston keeping it screwed up
And what you used to, tippin′ on 44′s
On the north they stay braided up, south faded up

Hook:
I see you with ya candypaint
Do you got them dollas man
It′s all about the heavyweight
Let me hear ya holla man
Houston you know what it do
Let me hear ya holla man
Toya just too much for you
Let me hear ya holla, oh

Chorus

2nd Verse:
I got a thang for them gangstas with grillz
Top to bottom like he spendin big skrill
So what you into, tell me home what′s the deal
Cause I wanna be your baby, driving you crazy
Cause we act a fool where I′m from
Houston, Texas keeping it screwed up
And you can bet a thug is what I′m used to
Cause that′s what I′m all about, want you to holla out

Hook

Chorus

Rap (Killa Kyleon):
That′s right
They know who it is
Killa
Run it
4 tires, 4′s spinning like a ceiling fan
Seats reclined, smokin′ pine with wheel in my hand
Diamonds shinin′, gangsta grill lookin like a 100 grand
Now that′s a Texas thang, mayne you wouldn′t understand
Yea we got that country grammar just like the St. Lunatics
In Texas "We screwed up" that′s how we be doing it
Cause round here, it ain′t all about account and brokers
Boys sitting fat with stacks taller than the Alamo
Hook

Chorus

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:39:21

Серега - gangsta rap

Only money in the world
Ain’t weren’t dieing for
Remember that you promise me
You won’t be a gangsta no more

Sluschai moi song, mafiosi
Kak pazient pri gipnosa
Ja tebe solju w rap prose
Budto ja waterkloset
Legenda dlja millionaw, kak budto don karleone
Brosaju w boi legioni slow kak napoleon

Waschi teksti ot besa
I neimejut wesa
Ja goworju wam 4esno
Wascha zena polpesa
Ja Napisal etot trek, schtobe kaschdii snal, kto tut rap
Sluschal ego wperet, sel na nego kak budto eto krek

Eto moi gangsta rap
Potomu schto wne sakona
Eto moi gangsta rap
Dlja efira sapreschenii
Eto moi gangsta rap
Dlja moich okrani i rajonow

Chorus:
Only money in the world
Ain’t weren’t dieing for
(Eto gangsta rap)
Remember that you promise me
You won’t be a gangsta no more
(Ja poju tibe ego)
Boy you better think twice
Before you walk out of that door
(Eto gangsta rap)
Remember that you promise me
You won’t be a gangsta no more

Snisu kak underground
Ja na4al body count
I dlja tebja sei4as
Eto poslednii round
I esli ho4esch, sowi menja killer, ja napregaju, kak thriller
Delaju easy money budto narkodealer

Grosnii kak kosa nostra
S rifmami kak u monstra
Budto soschol k wam s postera
Schgu budto perez ostro
Ja napisal etot trek, schtobe sabrat wasch chleb, budto ja pol breg
I snitsja po no4am wam, slowno schrek

Eto moi gangsta rap
Potom schto neformat
Eto moi gangsta rap
Potomu schto schöt bes matta
Eto moi gangsta rap
Potomu schto wsö w nöm prawda, bratka

Chorus:
Only money in the world
Ain’t weren’t dieing for
(Eto gangsta rap)
Remember that you promise me
You won’t be a gangsta no more
(You won’t be a gangsta no more)
Boy you better think twice
Before you walk out of that door
(Eto gangsta rap)
Remember that you promise me
You won’t be a gangsta no more
(Eto moi gangsta rap)

Kto skasal rap eta posa
Dlja pozanow bes mosga
Ja na4itaju s forsam
No ni igraju w bossa
Ja ne ho4u popast tebe w playlist
Ja ho4u schtob kaschdii moi relis, kaschdii disk, trachnul show biz

Pomnju ja wsal mikrafon
Pomnju ja stal igrakom
I ne schalel ni o 4öm
Budto ja Al Kapon
I kulakami kak w ringe ja stroju was budto king
Eto moi trel asassin, eto moi gangsta-dream

Eto moi gangsta rap
Potomu schto on ot boli
Eto moi gangsta rap
Schto ne ischet lochkoi doli
Eto moi gangsta rap
On kak ja ne moschit schit bes woli

Chorus:
Only money in the world
Ain’t weren’t dieing for
(Eto gangsta rap)
Remember that you promise me
You won’t be a gangsta no more
(Ja poju tebe ego)
Boy you better think twice
Before you walk out of that door
(Eto gangsta rap)
Remember that you promise me
You won’t be a gangsta no more
(Eto moi gangsta rap)

Only money in the world
Ain’t weren’t dieing for
(Eto gangsta rap)
Remember that you promise me
You won’t be a gangsta no more
(Ja poju tebe ego)
Boy you better think twice
Before you walk out of that door
(Eto gangsta rap)
Remember that you promise me
You won’t be a gangsta no more
(Eto moi gangsta rap)

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 13:04:16

Lady Gaga - Paper gangsta

Midnight rush with a pen in my hand
Thinkin linking singin script with a fan
Remembering me before we began
Sometimes I felt so deaf in the jam
But the ones who loved me told me to stop
Like homegirl can′t get jitter for drop-
A superwoman chick you know that I am
Some shit don′t fly by me in a man

Cuz I do not accept any less
than someone just as real, as fabulous

chours
Don′t want no paper gangsta
Won′t sign away my life to
Someone whos got the flavor
But don′t have no follow through-
Don′t want no paper gangsta
Won′t sign no monkey papers
I dont do funny business
Not interested in fakers
Don′t want no paper gangsta
oh ohhhh
Don′t want no paper gangsta
oh ohhhh
Don′t want no paper gangsta

Cuz something so shiny to start
Want me to sign there
on your range rover heart
I′ve heard it before.
Yeah, the dinners were nice
′till your diamond words melted into some ice
You should have been around
to the beat of my song
Mr. california paper gangsta raw
I′m looking for love, not an empty page
Full of stuff that means nothing
but you pimpin′ ladies

I do not accept any less
than someone just as real, as fabulous

chours

chours (x2)

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 07:01:56

Young Jeezy - Gangsta Music

I′m here now you old news
Gotta couple old porches, couple old schools
I′ll line ya ass up push ya tape backwards
Cuz ima real nigga I don′t like rappers
And that ain′t this and this ain′t that
And bitch I′m strapped
Fuck wit real niggaz that′ll cut ya throat
And they don′t drink Pepsi they just sell Coke
All I do is talk dro its like my brain on drugs
See me out nigga I do my thang in clubs
Listen up Jeezy gotta a little riddle
Stack of 20-dollar bill two bands in the middle

[Chorus]
All the gangstas they gon ride to this
They gon grind to this
They gon shine to this
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and
this is gangsta music
All the hustlers they gon ride to this
They gon grind to this
They gon shine to this
This is hustler music, this is hustler music, this is hustler music, and
this is hustler music

We don′t talk on the phone cuz it might stick
Gotta play for the 7 call it Mike Vick
Dirty birds nigga we play wit dem falcons
Know some niggaz in the Decatur that pay for dem falcons
Talking young hungry niggaz eat ya whole plate
Jeezy place the order niggaz eat ya whole face
You got me Mr. Scrooge all fucked up
Jump out hit the switch light ya ass up
Carbon 15 wit the one pound drum
Got plenty for any nigga think he wants some
We don′t leave ′em at the house we bring ′em out
My chain for yo life we can swap it out

[Chorus]

The hoes love my voice
Make they pussy moist
Certified g shit and I′m the gangsta′s choice
Niggaz popping off hope they bullet proof
Leave holes inside ya like a sunroof
Mack 11 in the club and a sub nose
Swear to God knock you niggaz out ya clothes
Lay ya ass flat like a doormat
Niggaz ask for but they don′t want that
In the rap game takin niggaz clientele
White ones like the powder that I used to sell
Give a fuck about a playa hater

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 21:33:31

G-Unit - Gangsta

[50 Cent - Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain′t no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?

[Chorus x2]
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain′t about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I′ll stop ′em from talking like that

[50 Cent]
I′m the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain′t on the shit that I′m on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I′m marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon′ eat and you gon′ starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I′ll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain′t used to a G like you, BLAM!

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
You think you a killer but we gon just pay ′em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I′m John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there′s no more bullets in the chamber
Ain′t nothing like when you get popped and don′t know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas ′fore 50 couldn′t even hold me
I′m waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don′t discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya′ll, motherfuckers!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Come on, nigga, I ain′t here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that′ll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don′t understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I′m anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
′Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you′ll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There′s only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 21:07:10

Ice Cube - A Gangstas Fairytale

Intro: Little Russ, Ice Cube

[story-teller] Once upon a time, in the black part of the city
[young kid] Yo G, yo G you better get out of here man, 5-0
[door swings shut, car peels out]

[Russ] Yo Ice Cube, man
[Cube] Whassup man?
[Russ] Why you...
[Cube] Whassup?
[Russ] Yo Ice Cube man, why you always kickin the shit about the bitches
and the niggaz? Why don′t you kick some shit about the kids, man? The
fuckin kids?!
[Cube] Word

Verse One: Ice Cube

Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-C-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he wasn′t that nimble, wasn′t that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch named Jill on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he′s a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the claps
Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why not?
Down on Sesame Street, the dope spot
There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe
Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew
For the man that was really important
Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan
Ride to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes
Drove a 500 sittin on Lorenzoes
He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out
Saw, her and her friends sellin sheepskins

[Little Bo Peep] Yo yo I got them sheepskins
Yo, my empty sheepskins
Yo baby, what′s up with that?

Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o′clock
Cinderella ain′t home must be givin up the cock
I don′t doubt it, she is kind o

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:08

Ice Cube - Gangsta Fairytale 2

Intro: Little Russ

Hey motherfuckin Cube, what the fuck wrong with you?
You didn′t kick the rest of that Gangsta Fairytale shit
Why don′t you kick it one good time
Niggaz on the playground wanna know what′s happenin
You left em hangin man, what the fuck?

Verse One: Ice Cube

Little Boy Blue is outta Folsome
Now them three little pigs gotta roast him
Drivin down Sesame Street and I bet
That little motherfucker′s out fuckin Smurfette
Ain′t saw the wolf yet, but it′s no doubt
They′ll catch his ass slippin at his grandma house
They got the Mac-10 pointed out the coop
Cause they gotta follow they nose like Fruit Loops
Peeped out Little Miss Muffet on her tuffet eatin grits
She saw the Mac-10 and the bitch had the shits
Ran into her house, called up her crew
Cause Red Riding Hood wants to kill Little Boy Blue
And the wolf too, what is Mister Rogers doing?
Moved out his Jordan, bought him a Ewing
Him, Little Boy Blue and the wolf in the cellar
Planning on gettin Cinderella
Cause Cinderella still works for the pigs
Through with the dwarfs, fuckin Bebe′s kids
Now Snow White got the horny ass fever
Fuckin the Beauty′s Beast like Jungle Fever
Now the word′s on the street
When the crews meet
You better make some fuckin room
Cause it′s on with the pigs and them other nigs
When the cow jump over the moon, everybody jump

Verse Two

Now Little Boy Blue is up front
WIth the nine millimeter, ready for the hunt
Little Red Riding Hood caught his ass slippin
Drew down on the boy cause the bitch is steady trippin
About to get loose with the deuce deuce
That′s when the boy said, "What about the gang truce?"
The little hoe had no words
The wolf came around and the bitch got served
Three little pigs bought wigs
Dressed like sheep, Cinderella is Little Bo Peep
Tryin to creep, on the crew
The wolf, the Rogers, the Blue, they through
Cause the pigs did the buck buck bang, ping
Now you hear the fat lady sing
Cinderella, ran like a bitch
To the pay phone cause the bitch is still a snitch
Now the pigs are caught by the pigs and taken
In the pen to get fried like bacon
You still can′t trust no hoe
And Ice Cube′ll tell the kids how the stories, should go

Outro: Little Russ

Yeah Cube, man that shit was dope nigga
You all that and a bowl of grits
Nigga that shit was on props, nigga!
Yeah that′s how you kick that shit for the ninety-deuce, nigga
What′s happenin nigga?!
Yeah nigga that′s Gangsta Fairytale part 2 nigga
All you trick-ass niggaz can′t fuck with it

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 13:44:06

Ja Rule - Worldwide Gangstas

(Black Child talking)
What′s up Chi-town?
Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area
On that gangsta shit ya know
Connect worldwide
Worldwide gangsta shit nah mean?
From Chi-town to Miami
Houston to mother fuckin′ LA, we connect nigga
With some gangsta shit

(Caddillac Tah)
Mother fuckers, you frontin′ we comin′ with heat niggas
AR-15s we sweepin′ up the street bigger
Guns make niggas run, we squeeze triggers
We leave niggas dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap

(Black Child)
Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
Basically, we bangin′ bitches backs out
I feel like the last child
Throwin′ bricks at a glasshouse
Poppin′ and puffin′ till I pass out

(Caddillac Tah)
This gangsta shit is for all my youngens who flip birds
And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, nigga what
We live it up, from Chi-town to my town
We diggin sluts, long dickin′ in the guts

(Black Child)
We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps
Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick
The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit
We came to stop the bank, don′t blink be sick

(Caddillac Tah)
Nigga all of our love is for the chips
And I don′t chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
Nigga let me sum it up
Y′all niggas is dumb enough
Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

(Black Child)
Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C
With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah
Nigga, we go hard

(Gotti)
I′m loud when the shells pop
Still I sell rock
Got outta jail on bail, gettin′ ready to plot
Yo I kidnap niggas
Then bitch smack niggas
Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga
I ain′t one of these rap niggas
I′m a big gat spitter
Bangin′ and slangin′ to be a rich ass nigga
Don′t get tired in these streets
My nigga died in these streets
It′s only one option, provide for these streets
My peeps out here so I ride with these streets
Spent weeks out here, grind on these streets
I know the deal out here
It′s real out here
Got bitch bud murder and I′m still out here
Rockland, Murder INC. you get killed out here
Chi-town, New York, blood spill out here
And thugs like me, still out here
Yeah you heard nigga, I′m still out here

(Boo)
A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
Black Cadillac truck nigga, loaded with nines
To my thugs on the block, holdin′ it down
I got love on the block, look at my eyes
Rockland, Murder INC. what the fuck you think
Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
We don′t wanna body you man, fuck the beef
We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat
To many moves to be made, fake thug niggas
Get a few through they brain, I been plug nigga
It′s rules to the game
Cats like me play not to lose in this game
You see this little nigga makin′ moves in the Range
I see you wack niggas still crusin′ with lames
Get full nigga cause it′s food to the brain
Rockland nigga spit fire and flames
Get it right nigga, we gangsta

(Ja Rule)
Murder INC. gets poppin′ pills, clips, however you like it
Niggas get extorted, bitches get excited
Known to start riots, the Rule and I-N-C
Got fedaraleighs watchin′ me, the Y-G and I-G
Put it together family orientated through guns, drugs, and good relations
Real conversations, we call it real talk
And that shit spreads all the way from LA to New York
And I love talk, that′s when you get to smash on niggas
Catch ′em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas
Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master
C′s and past if when I die blow my ashes
Off the shores of Costa Rica, nigga to each is own
The Rule ain′t dyin′ alone motherfuckers

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 10:29:08

Chris Brown - Gangsta Boo

Haha what’s up ladies
How ya’ll doin’
Yea I know what ya’ll need
All of ya’ll
And that’s ya’ll gangsta boo right
Come on
Mmm
Yea…Yea
Oh no no

It was 6 o’clock on the dot
That’s when I seen this cutie
She was chillin′ at the spot
she was wit her girls
I was wit my boys
All of a sudden
I asked her to come over and say
“Wot up ma
How’d you like to get to know me?
I’m not shy
I’ll do anything for you and
I’m that guy
Say I pick you up at eight
I promise I won’t be late”

{Girl} ‘Cause all I ever wanted was
Someone I could hold on to
Someone who would never break my heart in two
{Chris} can I be the one for you?
{Girl} lets sing out and let’s see

Shorty wanna rider {gangsta boo}
I told her that I’d call her {it’s true}
I’m not looking for the love but
I think that you’re the one
So come on come on
Shorty want a baller {gangsta boo}
Someone who can spoil her {it’s true}
I’m not looking for the love but
I think that you’re the one
So come on, come on

I never met no-one like you before
But I gotta take this chance
Cause if I don’t I’ll never know
What this girl is really looking for
I may not have all the money {so who cares}
I may not have all the fancy cars {I’d still be there}
But what I have to give you baby
Is so much more

{Girl} ‘Cause all I ever wanted was
Someone I could hold on to
Someone who would never break my heart in two
{Chris} can I be the one for you?
{Girl} lets sing out and let’s see

Shorty wanna rider {gangsta boo}
I told her that I’d call her {it’s true}
I’m not looking for the love but
I think that you’re the one
So come on come on
Shorty want a baller {gangsta boo}
Someone who can spoil her {it’s true}
I’m not looking for the love but
I think that you’re the one
So come on, come on

Hey shorty you’re the one
Nice lips thick hips
Put me on
Too tough come on girl
Break me off
I can’t see you wit nobody else
Nobody’s like your Chris {noo}

Come on baby {x2}

Shorty wanna rider {gangsta boo}
I told her that I’d call her {it’s true – yes I did}
I’m not looking for the love but
I think that you’re the one
So come on come on
Shorty want a baller {gangsta boo}
Someone who can spoil her {it’s true}
I’m not looking for the love but
I think that you’re the one
So come on, come on

ooohh ohh
ohh no
yeee-eeaaah

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 09:47:51

Zarj - Image Gangsta

Это флоу Ванин,это соль в раны
Я знаю,что ты знаеш улицу,ты бомж пьяный
Ты не фартуеш по ночам,ты зависаеш в парке
Я выхожу на улицу и засверкали пятки
Вы заиграли в прятки,парни это чё такое?
Я думал ты приступник,думал,что ты вор в законе
Но запомни мне наплевать на gangsta имидж
Я ни слова не поверю чё ты в текстах пишеш
Мои трэки - пули,твои - скэри муви
Это лучший shit на улицах,как снег из Кубы
Нет,ты не главарь банды,нет в твоих словах правды
Я пробиваю черепа,мои слова - камни
На,Вано,послушай мой рэп вас собьет с катушек
Какие пушки,вы стреляете в котов с воздушек
Мне поебать на всё,да Царь есть распиздяй,парни
Ты не уличний боец,пацан не поднимай грабли!

Нет, нет, нет, я не верю вам, я не верю вам, я не верю вам!
Нет, нет, нет, я не верю вам, я не верю вам, я не верю вам!
Нет, нет,н ет, я не верю вам, я не верю вам, я не верю вам!
Нет, нет, нет, я не верю вам, я не верю вам, я не верю вам!

Я нахал,наглец,я насрал на всех
Вы тупые обьезяны,а я Царь как лев
Чё вы хотите зделать,чё вам нада от меня
Я открываю рот,травлю вас ядом как змея
Парни пиздят про кокаин,но тянут в нос шору
Мы не верим,вы не в деле,это всё шоу
У меня стерва на столе,у тебя гера на фольге
Я читаю рэп,что бы были евро в портманэ
У меня демон в голове,я горю от злобы
Бошку ломит я употребляю наркоту от боли
Вы мухи на гамне,ваши губы в молофье
У меня скоро будет кэш и Бумер в гараже
Твои губы в молоке,молокосос сопливый
Твои зубы на тропе,Ваня ваш босс отныне
Ты бесишся от зависти,пацан знай,зависть губит
Это Optik Russia,Czar i Parliament music!!!

Нет, нет, нет, я не верю вам,я не верю вам,я не верю вам!
Нет, нет, нет, я не верю вам,я не верю вам,я не верю вам!
Нет, нет, нет, я не верю вам,я не верю вам,я не верю вам!
Нет, нет, нет, я не верю вам,я не верю вам,я не верю вам!

Нет,нет,нет,я не верю вам,я не верю вам,я не верю вам!
Нет,нет,нет,я не верю вам,я не верю вам,я не верю вам!
Нет,нет,нет,я не верю вам,я не верю вам,я не верю вам!
Нет,нет,нет,я не верю вам,я не верю вам,я не верю вам!

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 07:10:39

S Club 7 - Gangsta Love

Stand out
There′s something about the way that you do it
So bottle it up, that way you won′t lose it for love
Big sound
Dreaming you up, I′m feeling so erratic
Your holding me down, I′m set to automatic
So loud

Saw an apple in every vibe
Whenever your rub-a-dubbin′
Pineapple is playin all night
He′s the one, he′s the one
Baby

Day after day (my MC) putting the rest to shame
Cos he′ll be givin me gangsta, givin me gangsta love
Day after day (my MC) gotta give up the name
Cos he′ll be givin me gangsta, givin me gangsta love

Spaced out
Ready to take the seat of your intentions
There′s more then one thing that I forgot to mention
Go down
Turn ′round
Been checkin′ you out and watchin′ you undo it
Been pickin′ it up and love the way you throw it all down

Saw an apple in every vibe
Whenever your rub-a-dubbin′
Pineapple is playin all night
He′s the one, he′s the one
Baby

Day after day (my MC) putting the rest to shame
Cos he′ll be givin me gangsta, givin me gangsta love
Day after day (my MC) gotta give up the name
Cos he′ll be givin me gangsta, givin me gangsta love

Face down
Wiped out
Brotha let me peep this
I′m a ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-gagaga
Gotta keep the peace
You got me spaced out
Wiped out
Brotha let me peep this
I′m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta love

Pineapple is playing all night
He′s the one, he′s the one
Baby

Day after day (my MC) putting the rest to shame
Cos he′ll be givin me gangsta, givin me gangsta love
Day after day (my MC) gotta give up the name
Cos he′ll be givin me gangsta, givin me gangsta love

Day after day (my MC) putting the rest to shame
Cos he′ll be givin me gangsta, givin me gangsta love
Day after day (my MC) gotta give up the name
Cos he′ll be givin me gangsta, givin me gangsta love

Day after day (my MC) putting the rest to shame
Cos he′ll be givin me gangsta, givin me gangsta love
Day after day (my MC) gotta give up the name
Cos he′ll be givin me gangsta, givin me gangsta love

Day after day (my MC) putting the rest to shame
Cos he′ll be givin me gangsta, givin me gangsta love
Day after day (my MC) gotta give up the name
Cos he′ll be givin me gangsta, givin me gangsta love

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 06:51:31

A. R. Rahman - Gangsta Blues

Am I yeah
Am I yo?

Am I great?
Am I Dont

Am I high?
Am I sure?

Do you hear me?
Do you care?

Do you see me?
Do you stare?

Dontta find me like the shadow in the dark

Don′t stare

Gangsta Blues

Do you hear me?
Do you care?

Do you see me?
Do you dare?

Coming for me?
Come and find me?
Like the shadow in the dark

Don′t stare

Call me for me only for the hour
Call me for me only for the hour

Hey Out of line out of time out of mind

Hey Out of line out of time out of mind

Me no care me no wanna wanna care

Me no dare me no wanna wanna stare

Don′t care

Don′t stare

Don′t stare Don′t stare
Gangsta Blues

You think you no really care what people say
You say you no really care what people do

You say you no really care what people think

You say you no really care
Always say a a a a
Always say o o o o ooo o

Another time Another place in on the line turn off the bass
Another time Another place in on the line turn off the bass

Am I yeah
Am I yo?
here we go here we go

Am I yeah
Am I yo?

Am I great?
Am I Dont

Am I high?
Am I sure?

Always say a a a a
Always say o o o o ooo o

Always say a a a a
Always say o o o o ooo o

Дата написания: 26 Февраля 2024 06:41:29

K-maro - Gangsta Party

Welcome back home
parmi les miens, зa fait du bien homie
la route est longue all alone
aux quatre coins du monde j′ai rйpendu la nouvelle
йxйcuter mes plan comme prйvu, plus rien n′est pareil
tu devrais les voire comme des oufs partout oщ j′suis passй
j′en ai vexй qulques uns qui savait pas trop ce qui se passait
imprйssionnй par mes faзons de faire
mais trop de jaloux pour les dire, ils veulent croiser le fer
fuck them homie la vie est belle pour moi
chaque fois qu′ils dissent mon nom c′est plus d′oseille pour moi
and I dont′ give a shit so,let them puisses hate so
I′m a baller, I′m a roller sur paradise XO
this is for my homies, this is for my dirties
this is for ly gangsters and my hustlers, one time I said

(refrain): this is a gangster party
and how we do, we rock it like nobody
nobody baby nobody baby
this is a gangster party
welcome back, it′s good to see you shorty

ain′t nothin′ like a gangster party baby
et mes home boy sapй a la John gotti baby
des big boss la classe est flashy baby
it′s ugly, it′s getting nadty baby
we will hurt you, on en a vu d′autres passer
qui sonttombйsous les poings
knock out punch like rocky
boy fait tes priиres, bitch I′m too cocky
la fidйlitй de ces gars me tienne a coeur, le respect
c′set pas parce moi j′en suis sorti qu′eux doivent y rester
a part la loi de la rue et de la protection, y a l′amitiй
le coeur, on marche les coudes liйs
this is for my homies, this is for my dirty
this is for my gangster and my hustles, one time, I said

(refrain 3 fois)

Дата написания: 23 Февраля 2024 18:24:37

Cashis - That Nigga A Gangsta

[Intro: Ca]
Shady Records own, bogus boy
Ca, it′s Ca nigga, ah-ha ha
I′m here, right back on y′all, nigga
Blocc Boyz, what the bid′ness is, nigga
Seven-fo′, let′s go!

[Ca]
In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy
I′m tryna get with the bid′ness so where the bitches be
When I flick the Vogues, I′ma get the hoes
In a seven-fo′ Lincoln black, two do′s
Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca
If a nigga look wrong you gon′ let him have it
Say, what′s your name? What kind of set you claim?
I′m seven-fo′ now; tell me, do you bang?
We ain′t ask about your mayne, cause he ain′t here with us
And we both know that we about to fuck
You see my limo tint, but they can′t see you bitch
Go and pull out my dick, and put your mouth on it
If you don′t do it now, you′ll never get the chance
If you ain′t puttin out bitch, make other plans
I still keep my money in a rubber band
with the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand

[Chorus 2X: Ca]
You see them niggaz runnin, you see my spinnin drum and
You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta
Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds
And e′ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta

[Ca]
Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin ′caine
And a sip of purp′, I′m hurtin on my drank
I′ve been doin work, you know about my gang
You want me you can find me wherever that you hang
I got a bigger dick, plus I′m fly as shit
You′ve seen me with your bitch, cause I got benefits
I′m a militant, AWOL lyricist
Your face menstruates when I clap-clap, period
I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack nigga
Shady Records in your mouth, take that nigga
Em I never leave, forever got your back
And e′ry soldier in my squad feel like that
Gangsta disciple, you motherfuckers know
You should′ve killed me, a long time ago
I′m a regular ev-ery day psycho
Hat to the right on sight wherever I go

[Chorus]

[Ca]
I′ve been provin this, for a long time
And e′ry line that I write, is all mine
See me walkin a straight line in daytime
But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times
Livin life, in the California sunshine
But I′m the only star out, in the nighttime
Flagged up, knowin suckers ain′t gon′ like - I′m
makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine
Took the West over, I′m the real king
You don′t believe me, fuck you, kill me
I don′t fear none of y′all, meet a real G
Come against me, pussy nigga you will see
When you awake, and you still sleep
You dead you lil′ pussy boy, feel me
You said you was gon′ muh′fuckin kill me?
But you bled, guess you ain′t that real, G
Screech

[Chorus]

[Outro: Ca]
That nigga a gangsta nigga
You stupid ass niggaz don′t know what a spinnin drum is?
That′s a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you
Your face, your back, your chest
It don′t matter to me nigga, and that′s real
I got guns nigga, I got money nigga
I got riders, what the fuck you gon′ do to me?
I got guns nigga, I got money nigga
I got riders, what the fuck you gon′ do to me?
Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boy
Ca, King Mathers!
It′s brought to you, by the great King Mathers
I′m out, let′s go! {*echoes*}

Дата написания: 23 Февраля 2024 15:28:39

Lana Del Rey - Gangsta Boy

My gangsta boy,
I don′t care if you′re going to prison,
I wouldn′t say I l-love you if I didn′t,
I can cheat cause I know what I′m missin′
Boop, boop, woopty doo.

I won′t play cause I′m already winnin′
Kissing your lips,
Hot-hot like I′m sinnin′
High school, loved you from the beginnin′,
Boop, boop, woopty doo.

I want you, you, you,
By my swimming pool,
You, you, you,
That would be so cool.

You′re my gangsta boy,
You′re my gangsta boy,
Cause you′re my favourite toy,
You′re my favourite toy,
Get you out,
Get you wet,
No, I′ll ever never stop.

You′re my gangsta boy,
You′re my gangsta boy,
Oooh,
B-B-Boy,
Oooh,
B-B-Boy,
Oooh,
B-B-Boy,
Oooh,
My gangsta boy.

I don′t care what my girls and my mama say about you, bad boy,
I like the drama,
We can ditch ′em all while you′re out, if you wanna,
Boop, boop, woopty doo.

Like your leather and your long hair, honey, honey,
You can bring your love and baby, I got the money,
Love you baby boy,
Like I never loved nobody,
Boop, boop, woopty doo.

I want you, you, you,
By my swimming pool,
You, you, you,
That would be so cool.

You′re my gangsta boy,
You′re my gangsta boy,
Cause you′re my favourite toy,
You′re my favourite toy,
Get you out,
Get you wet,
No, I′ll ever never stop.

You′re my gangsta boy,
You′re my gangsta boy,
Oooh,
B-B-Boy,
Oooh,
B-B-Boy,
Oooh,
B-B-Boy,
Oooh,
My gangsta boy.

Summer′s almost over, baby,
Everybody thinks I′m crazy,
I could have it all,
But it means nothing without you,

Boy, I′ve been so lonely lately,
I′ll never get tired of waiting,
I could have the world,
But it means nothing without you...
You′re my gangsta boy,
You′re my gangsta boy.

You′re my gangsta boy,
You′re my gangsta boy,
Cause you′re my favourite toy,
You′re my favourite toy,
Get you out,
Get you wet,
No, I′ll ever never stop.

You′re my gangsta boy,
You′re my gangsta boy.

Oooh,
B-B-Boy,
Oooh,
B-B-Boy,
Oooh,
B-B-Boy,
Oooh,
My gangsta boy,
B-B-Boy,
Oooh,
B-B-Boy,
Oooh,
B-B-Boy,
Oooh,
B-B-Boy,
Oooh,
My gangsta boy

Дата написания: 23 Февраля 2024 00:00:00

K.Maro - Gangsta Party

Welcome back home
parmi les miens, зa fait du bien homie
la route est longue all alone
aux quatre coins du monde j′ai rйpendu la nouvelle
йxйcuter mes plan comme prйvu, plus rien n′est pareil
tu devrais les voire comme des oufs partout oщ j′suis passй
j′en ai vexй qulques uns qui savait pas trop ce qui se passait
imprйssionnй par mes faзons de faire
mais trop de jaloux pour les dire, ils veulent croiser le fer
fuck them homie la vie est belle pour moi
chaque fois qu′ils dissent mon nom c′est plus d′oseille pour moi
and I dont′ give a shit so,let them puisses hate so
I′m a baller, I′m a roller sur paradise XO
this is for my homies, this is for my dirties
this is for ly gangsters and my hustlers, one time I said

(refrain): this is a gangster party
and how we do, we rock it like nobody
nobody baby nobody baby
this is a gangster party
welcome back, it′s good to see you shorty

ain′t nothin′ like a gangster party baby
et mes home boy sapй a la John gotti baby
des big boss la classe est flashy baby
it′s ugly, it′s getting nadty baby
we will hurt you, on en a vu d′autres passer
qui sonttombйsous les poings
knock out punch like rocky
boy fait tes priиres, bitch I′m too cocky
la fidйlitй de ces gars me tienne a coeur, le respect
c′set pas parce moi j′en suis sorti qu′eux doivent y rester
a part la loi de la rue et de la protection, y a l′amitiй
le coeur, on marche les coudes liйs
this is for my homies, this is for my dirty
this is for my gangster and my hustles, one time, I said

(refrain 3 fois)

Дата написания: 20 Февраля 2024 00:00:00