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from Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - West Koasta Nostra (2004)
(feat. Short Khop)
(Ganxta Ridd) Okay Mang This is how it's going to go down Ganxta Ridd and Short Khop We're gonna expand (sniff) Ya know L.A., Chicago, Miami, New York, to the Islands (sniff) At 13 fava Game is Brutal We're gonna make moves (Verse Ganxta Ridd) I gangsta out the border With Short Khop strapped the 4 chicken and two coldaz On a run just to feed our sons and daughtaz The rich get rich the po' get slaughta'd Nobody cares it's the new world orda It aint fair look at all the return soldiaz They all fucked up in the head when they soba Rabblin to self thinkin the war is ova Lets take it back to pulp fiction so you can Paint a betta pikcha of this conversation It all started back in 89 Chris Blackwell said come to my Island and sign Headed to New York for tha progress We said that the nigga that discovered Bob Marley You know no woman no cry But we was out there thinkin everythang gon be all right I'm tired but I'm not tired of livin Just tired of the bullshit this industry was givin I'm not the first to complain I'm just the first to say fuck yall in every which way I love the music guess the music didnt love me Oscilatin champs we been bangin since the 80's If I should die tell the judge just to blame me I stay a rida aint nobody gonna save me Starz peneltonz and bandanaz Represent the gang bangaz cuss words and bad mannaz I'm smashin 110 on the speed scanna Fuck the fedz ATF and the chicken hammaz (chorus) (tell em ganxta) HEATED Dippin down burgandy west galeez Please believe it When they comin to get us (bang at yo own) Stackin lettaz takin no feddaz No one can do it betta When they comin to get us stackin lettaz takin no fettaz stay (tell em ganxta) Heated Dippin down burgandy west galeez Please believe it When they comin to get us (bang at yo own) Stackin lettaz takin no feddaz No one can do it betta When they comin to get us stackin lettaz takin no fettaz stay (tell em ganxta) (Short Khop) Short Khop You can find him on the front line where they was at Yall stay away from that Homies still afraid of that all black raida hat Where the gangstaz at most of yall lay dere But from daycare to gray hair they say poppa stay there With all odds against him this that and some Lose some win some pop knock you miss him But ya niggaz just ridiculous sick as a niggaz syphilis And feelin like you spittin puss fuel to the tip of and you been a par Big homie ive been a nut run around in pony tailz Chest poked out pants saggin like a skinny nut Feelin like I'm big as fuck with the biggest nutz Run up on em get em up I run up on em stick em up And I aint even need that heated where my sleeve at Point where you breath at your gulls and yo teeth at The holes where you see at oh plz believe that (Chorus) (Verse Ganxta Ridd) We headed for the borda Khop and Gangxta on slot foe tha chicken holdaz The industry thought we was ova Premeditated rockin bc powder to Boo Yaa bouldaz Senorita pass by I say hola You know the pisa jose with the corka She took us to the back and I told her She made a move foe tha doe so we showed her Heated when they was comin to get me Cuz imma West side I know the bitch wouldn't let me I put it right in it when the bitch try to check me A str8 G rida from the gawtiest states They come from all around try to test the strength of the unfaded And a portrait of pain Blood its war zone and ya people is in it Yall betta warn home ganxta'z comin to get it you want it I betcha cant get it blood I still got it when I Still pop it in you hit it all you bad bitches Yall takin pictures cuz you feel me Nuh uh you takin pictures cuz yo feddiez wanna kill me (chorus x2) |
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from Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. I (The War Disc) (2003)
(Hey did you hear that?)
Yeah just get the fuckin door! *car door opens and closes* Limos, demos and bimbos! (Hey slow this motherfucker down man) Limos, demos and bimbos! (ugh ugh ugh ugh) Hit the sunroof, and let's contemplate the freaks we can run through Got the chauffer pullin over Snatch one inside, she wanna ride with this mission Close the partition, he like to listen All fuckin, no kissin, just smokin and drinkin Super vets in a super stretch Lincoln Thinkin bout the good ol' days of hip hop in its purest form before the eye of the storm I could give a fuck about you hatin, on my way to the Colliseum with seventeen-five waitin They scream for the limousine, it's all clean Tinted, your shit is rented, you know we spend it While you worry bout the five mics, I'm in the limelight wit movies comin out, yo' time is runnin out I just finished doin "Live At The Apollo" Indication from my driver damn we're bein followed You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...) Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife, ugh ugh ugh ugh) Caught him in motion, had me potent, let him know about the showin and how I'm knowin to keep it cracked open Cans of ass-beatin, plus on how I crash meetins and have your whole staff leavin half-breathin Got shit to hold my own, big bucks But Khop's soon to run it through em, nigga check nuts Put to the test then put two to rest Wiped out with lights out, two to the chest Hold it now tell a few, legitimate We loaded, for revenue, let's get this shit and split this shit for three days, count it three ways Nigga fuck what he say, havin heat pays It's all about the thoroughbred, top choice with the voice that keep ??? moist Mr. Short Khop expected the truest, dare you niggas step to us I stay connected til death do us You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...) Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife I need JESUS, JESUS) The alley was pitch black, I'm in the back of this black Lac These fuckers pull up in a Ac They don't understand the impact Two thousand dollar three-piece suit, can you spend that? They call me the Don Mega (Don Mega) *motorcycle speeding past* cos I'm down to play a double-header in stormy weather Superstar, goddamn them niggas got me Stop the car and blast the paparazzi *gun shots, motorcycle* You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...) Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife I need Jesus, ugh) |
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