Текст песни: Game - Gutta Boyz Feat Sean T

We gangsta daddy!)

[Sean T]
Yuh!
Im sippin on that notiq the color of Hulk man
And the blueberry smoke got a nigga twerkin
You niggaz is perkin - so you doin it big?
You roll deep but when I see you its just you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep like a Mercer teller
Haters trip when they see the whip dippin by
The paint on it change like the I-95
Im just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint
heat for you niggaz and the po for the mamis
Sean Gotti, Im puttin an end to camraderie
Im lettin off heat, til them eyes get watery
Some gon ricochet, some gon hit, yall gon get em
Fluids gon disperse out like refreshin club serum
Im deadly as bite venom but Im far from a snake
Ill hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your cake

[Chorus: The Game]
We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the fuckin broads we with
We gangsters nigga; well come through your hood
a hundred deep and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beef
And my niggazll put you under the street
We gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say
Fore I empty the whole glock in your face

[Sean T]
Streets is tough, but aint no hopscotch lines on the ground
Just burner shells, and police siren sounds
Niggaz know who I am in the town; it aint a circus
But it might as well be, cause you know Ima clown
Im a terrain boss, I know most niggaz envious dawg
And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it dawg
If you feelin like you wanna leap, make like a frog
You niggaz lame, transparent like Wonder Womans plane
Im a stunna in this game, a federal figure
Blowin doj in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
Im like a NASCAR winner poppin Mo and Bill{?}
D-Squad dont give a fuck about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for hours
The end result will probably be, pinewood and flowers
So Ill advise you deduct your QPs and powder
We gangsters and we jackin cowards (yup!)

[Chorus]

[Sean T]
S.T. nigga D-Squad, G.G.D
Dont get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do creep
We ride out thug, shit we dont die
We lay low like mechanics tryin to fix up rides
A lot of cats say Im sick in the head, when I anger its on
Poodles gon be up missin or dead
I chop haters up, like an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, like Stallone in "Rambo"
Im like piranhas on red meat, Im on you niggaz
You afros? Then I guess I got to comb you niggaz
So break bread, when you see me dawg hit the flo
Im like a nigga off the X, unpredicta-ble
Imitators always hollerin how gangsta they is
But got about as much courage as the Lion in "The Wiz"
Shit Im into pullin shanks on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner hold it down man we go way back

[Chorus]

Все песни Game:

100 Barz And Gunnin
Blacksox Feat Jt N Bluechip
Church For Thugs
Dreams
Gutta Boyz Feat Sean T
Hate It Or Love It
Higher
How We Do
Intro
Krush Groove Feat Jt N Get Low
Like Father, Like Son
No More Fun And Games
Promised Land
Put It In The Air Feat Sky
Put You On The Game
Rookie Card Feat Jt
Special
Start From Scratch
The Documentary
The Streetz Of Compton Feat Jt
Troublesome
Untold Story Feat Jt
Westside Story
Work Hard Feat Jt N Get Low