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Versuri Cocaine
[ primu vers ]
I'm too gangsta for the streets, watch me when I
creep
I put five in ya, G - leave a nigga sleep
Now you six feet deep over bullshit
Got a Mac 10 mouth ain't never pull shit
The ghetto know made G's and mo niggaz
Get down or lay down, like Bennie Mack told
niggaz
Or meet the fo fo, nigga - I let the guns blow
nigga
I'm a rider - thug live til I die
Black Wall Street behind us - I'm a menace to
society
Fuck Cane And O dogg, I got the cane and the o's,
dawg
I'm gangsta like Hennesy and Alizay, thug
passion
Ride or die til they kill me and put me in thugs
mansion
Gang bangin, this California life-style got me
heated
They want me burried so I don't leave with out
the Desert Eagle
Shoot first, ask questions on way to country
jail
Kill a nigga over my chain, 'cause I know I'ma
make bail
I'm troublesome
[ Versu' doi ]
If I die tonight - bury me a G, (...) rap
legends
'Cause I spit bullets and rhymes, sixteens and
nines
I keep a vest and a weapon, my baby momma got me
stressin
Prayin on my knees every night, askin God is
there a heaven
So here is my confession to my unborn child
If five shots couldn't drop me but I ain't take
'em and smile
I lost a lot of my niggaz to gang bangin and
ditches
One finger on the trigger, dawg, I live the life
of a sinner
These motherfucker wanna see me doing life in the
pen
I'm a outlaw and the westcoast is ridin again
My competition is none, I'm on the mission with
guns
Starring death in the eyes, 20 niggaz deep, when
we ride
My enemies is bitches - they plottin on my
riches
Can't walk in the street with out paparazzi
taking pictures
Label me a made nigga, all the way from Compton
to Boston
These niggaz keep talkin, I leave 'em dead in the
coffin
I'm troublesome
[ Versu' Trei ]
Money over bitches is my motto, in the street I'n
known for catchin hollo's
Packing pistols and drinking (belvy) and grabbles
out the bottle
No roll models, only killas and fiends
Withness my niggaz strapped with gats, an army
for (...)
If it's murder, he wrote it, if I'm lying
let the devil excel quoted and know that I'm
strictly a rap poet
Babtized in my own tears, (chestized) by my own
peers
I'm a product of my childhood years
My mother told me I'm hopeless, my pops wasn't
around
One of the reasons why I'm clutchin a pound
California dreaming, chronic smoke out the
beamer
One hand on the nina, got these hoochie bitches
screaming
They know that I'm a celeberty - keep the
cop-killers in the clip
And watch my back is what my niggaz keep telling
me
Twenty-one years old, no felonies so I ride with
the Desert
and pay homage to the hardest rap legends
I'm troublesome
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