Gang Stories Lyrics
| Song | Gang Stories |
| Artist | South Central Cartel |
| Album | N Gatz We Truss |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barnett, Calvin, Patterson ... | |
| (feat. 3-2, Big Mike) | |
| [VERSE 1: Prode'je] | |
| Another soldier from the Central with the 80 in my pocket | |
| A nigga's knocked it and I fucked him like socket | |
| Cleared his fuckin ass, cause I never play the last place | |
| So now he's walkin with the muthafuckin gas face | |
| That's right, I'm burnin muthafuckas like a arsonist | |
| I have you walkin like a crippled and retarted bitch | |
| I never fuck around when I'm with a team of fuckin gangsters | |
| Westcoast freestyle bangsters | |
| Kickin a foot up in yo ass like Pele | |
| And prosecute like the muthafuckin D.A. | |
| I'm rollin a small coupe drop through the hood of gees | |
| And hittin the chips on the undercover p-i-g's | |
| I'm givin a fuck about naythin, muthafucka Satan | |
| Cause I'm the only nigga crematin | |
| Fool, the Prod came out heartless | |
| Gang related, don't be anohter nigga on my shitlist | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| I don't waste a minute, muthafuckas I be smokin | |
| (I got another gang story to tell, peep) | |
| Sometimes I walk around strapped, nigga | |
| [MC Eiht] (I got another gang story to tell, peep) | |
| [VERSE 2: Tre-Duce] | |
| Back up in the hood I thought you knew, oh punks, you didn't know | |
| Though you got a grip you're gettin dropped like a sixty-fo' | |
| I put my foot up in your ass so far | |
| I'm leavin prints on your neckline, signed 'Mr. Bogart' | |
| Another victim of society | |
| Why did you lie to me? | |
| So I gotta use my strap daily | |
| And take you muthafuckas out | |
| It coulda been prevented, but the niggas was sho' from the sto' | |
| A.K.-47 ways to heaven | |
| I took em for a 211 | |
| And left his ass with 187 | |
| Just a another nigga dead and gone | |
| He fell victim to the chrome as I punched in the gold broam | |
| I roll the streets with a murder rep | |
| I'm known for kickin hoes and niggas' necks and causin istant death | |
| Young niggas goin in and comin out winnin | |
| The gang story that a nigga's tellin | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| [Havoc The Mouthpiece] | |
| South Central L.A. is the gang capital of the world | |
| Where niggas walk around strapped daily | |
| And won't hesitate to smoke yo ass in a minute | |
| Take it from the Mouthpiece | |
| This is just another Gang Story | |
| [VERSE 3: Havikk The Rhimeson] | |
| Back up in the hood, oh yes, I'm back | |
| I'm leavin your fuckin skull marinated in the heat as I creep | |
| I'm stickin my shoe up in your ass so far | |
| My shoestring will look like hemorrhoids as you're lyin in the fuckin morgue | |
| I gives a fuck when I creep | |
| I told you I was evil as a nigga when I'm lyin by the devil 'sleep | |
| I let the slugs fly quick | |
| The Tec-22 is in your ass like flies on shit | |
| I'm from the dephts down below, the groundward | |
| The graveyard, rockin you niggas, cause I'm that hard | |
| Rhimeson casuin havoc for the underground | |
| You fuck around, you lay around, and yo, you hang around | |
| I'm puttin niggas on graveshift | |
| The Glock-9 plays connect the dots off in your ass, bitch | |
| The hardest nigga with a g slang | |
| '94, here we go, muthafuckas, it's a g thang | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| [VERSE 4: Big Mike] | |
| Just another muthafucka who got tore down | |
| Came home and beat his hoe down | |
| Bust shots at the police and lost the showdown | |
| Low down, but now his little brother's stuck on payback | |
| Rollin through the hood, and them little niggas stay strapped | |
| What can I say, black? B.G. is heartless | |
| Usin one-time as targets, I warned you not to start this | |
| Cause he's down with some down-ass niggas from around the way | |
| It be that way, they got they nuts off fo' deep, and they down to play | |
| Anything you hoes wanna do | |
| (Well, bust a right at the light, come back and bomb that corner, fool) | |
| Four young niggas ready to fuck your cap up | |
| Left three niggas dead, and you thought they wouldn't act up? | |
| Zip the sack up, and wipe the blood off of the flo' | |
| Started some shit, and now they got everybody at each other's throats | |
| Kinda fucked up, but that's the way it be | |
| These niggas don't be playin on these muthafuckin streets | |
| [CHORUS] |
| zuo ci : Barnett, Calvin, Patterson ... | |
| feat. 32, Big Mike | |
| VERSE 1: Prode' je | |
| Another soldier from the Central with the 80 in my pocket | |
| A nigga' s knocked it and I fucked him like socket | |
| Cleared his fuckin ass, cause I never play the last place | |
| So now he' s walkin with the muthafuckin gas face | |
| That' s right, I' m burnin muthafuckas like a arsonist | |
| I have you walkin like a crippled and retarted bitch | |
| I never fuck around when I' m with a team of fuckin gangsters | |
| Westcoast freestyle bangsters | |
| Kickin a foot up in yo ass like Pele | |
| And prosecute like the muthafuckin D. A. | |
| I' m rollin a small coupe drop through the hood of gees | |
| And hittin the chips on the undercover pig' s | |
| I' m givin a fuck about naythin, muthafucka Satan | |
| Cause I' m the only nigga crematin | |
| Fool, the Prod came out heartless | |
| Gang related, don' t be anohter nigga on my shitlist | |
| CHORUS | |
| I don' t waste a minute, muthafuckas I be smokin | |
| I got another gang story to tell, peep | |
| Sometimes I walk around strapped, nigga | |
| MC Eiht I got another gang story to tell, peep | |
| VERSE 2: TreDuce | |
| Back up in the hood I thought you knew, oh punks, you didn' t know | |
| Though you got a grip you' re gettin dropped like a sixtyfo' | |
| I put my foot up in your ass so far | |
| I' m leavin prints on your neckline, signed ' Mr. Bogart' | |
| Another victim of society | |
| Why did you lie to me? | |
| So I gotta use my strap daily | |
| And take you muthafuckas out | |
| It coulda been prevented, but the niggas was sho' from the sto' | |
| A. K. 47 ways to heaven | |
| I took em for a 211 | |
| And left his ass with 187 | |
| Just a another nigga dead and gone | |
| He fell victim to the chrome as I punched in the gold broam | |
| I roll the streets with a murder rep | |
| I' m known for kickin hoes and niggas' necks and causin istant death | |
| Young niggas goin in and comin out winnin | |
| The gang story that a nigga' s tellin | |
| CHORUS | |
| Havoc The Mouthpiece | |
| South Central L. A. is the gang capital of the world | |
| Where niggas walk around strapped daily | |
| And won' t hesitate to smoke yo ass in a minute | |
| Take it from the Mouthpiece | |
| This is just another Gang Story | |
| VERSE 3: Havikk The Rhimeson | |
| Back up in the hood, oh yes, I' m back | |
| I' m leavin your fuckin skull marinated in the heat as I creep | |
| I' m stickin my shoe up in your ass so far | |
| My shoestring will look like hemorrhoids as you' re lyin in the fuckin morgue | |
| I gives a fuck when I creep | |
| I told you I was evil as a nigga when I' m lyin by the devil ' sleep | |
| I let the slugs fly quick | |
| The Tec22 is in your ass like flies on shit | |
| I' m from the dephts down below, the groundward | |
| The graveyard, rockin you niggas, cause I' m that hard | |
| Rhimeson casuin havoc for the underground | |
| You fuck around, you lay around, and yo, you hang around | |
| I' m puttin niggas on graveshift | |
| The Glock9 plays connect the dots off in your ass, bitch | |
| The hardest nigga with a g slang | |
| ' 94, here we go, muthafuckas, it' s a g thang | |
| CHORUS | |
| VERSE 4: Big Mike | |
| Just another muthafucka who got tore down | |
| Came home and beat his hoe down | |
| Bust shots at the police and lost the showdown | |
| Low down, but now his little brother' s stuck on payback | |
| Rollin through the hood, and them little niggas stay strapped | |
| What can I say, black? B. G. is heartless | |
| Usin onetime as targets, I warned you not to start this | |
| Cause he' s down with some downass niggas from around the way | |
| It be that way, they got they nuts off fo' deep, and they down to play | |
| Anything you hoes wanna do | |
| Well, bust a right at the light, come back and bomb that corner, fool | |
| Four young niggas ready to fuck your cap up | |
| Left three niggas dead, and you thought they wouldn' t act up? | |
| Zip the sack up, and wipe the blood off of the flo' | |
| Started some shit, and now they got everybody at each other' s throats | |
| Kinda fucked up, but that' s the way it be | |
| These niggas don' t be playin on these muthafuckin streets | |
| CHORUS |
| zuò cí : Barnett, Calvin, Patterson ... | |
| feat. 32, Big Mike | |
| VERSE 1: Prode' je | |
| Another soldier from the Central with the 80 in my pocket | |
| A nigga' s knocked it and I fucked him like socket | |
| Cleared his fuckin ass, cause I never play the last place | |
| So now he' s walkin with the muthafuckin gas face | |
| That' s right, I' m burnin muthafuckas like a arsonist | |
| I have you walkin like a crippled and retarted bitch | |
| I never fuck around when I' m with a team of fuckin gangsters | |
| Westcoast freestyle bangsters | |
| Kickin a foot up in yo ass like Pele | |
| And prosecute like the muthafuckin D. A. | |
| I' m rollin a small coupe drop through the hood of gees | |
| And hittin the chips on the undercover pig' s | |
| I' m givin a fuck about naythin, muthafucka Satan | |
| Cause I' m the only nigga crematin | |
| Fool, the Prod came out heartless | |
| Gang related, don' t be anohter nigga on my shitlist | |
| CHORUS | |
| I don' t waste a minute, muthafuckas I be smokin | |
| I got another gang story to tell, peep | |
| Sometimes I walk around strapped, nigga | |
| MC Eiht I got another gang story to tell, peep | |
| VERSE 2: TreDuce | |
| Back up in the hood I thought you knew, oh punks, you didn' t know | |
| Though you got a grip you' re gettin dropped like a sixtyfo' | |
| I put my foot up in your ass so far | |
| I' m leavin prints on your neckline, signed ' Mr. Bogart' | |
| Another victim of society | |
| Why did you lie to me? | |
| So I gotta use my strap daily | |
| And take you muthafuckas out | |
| It coulda been prevented, but the niggas was sho' from the sto' | |
| A. K. 47 ways to heaven | |
| I took em for a 211 | |
| And left his ass with 187 | |
| Just a another nigga dead and gone | |
| He fell victim to the chrome as I punched in the gold broam | |
| I roll the streets with a murder rep | |
| I' m known for kickin hoes and niggas' necks and causin istant death | |
| Young niggas goin in and comin out winnin | |
| The gang story that a nigga' s tellin | |
| CHORUS | |
| Havoc The Mouthpiece | |
| South Central L. A. is the gang capital of the world | |
| Where niggas walk around strapped daily | |
| And won' t hesitate to smoke yo ass in a minute | |
| Take it from the Mouthpiece | |
| This is just another Gang Story | |
| VERSE 3: Havikk The Rhimeson | |
| Back up in the hood, oh yes, I' m back | |
| I' m leavin your fuckin skull marinated in the heat as I creep | |
| I' m stickin my shoe up in your ass so far | |
| My shoestring will look like hemorrhoids as you' re lyin in the fuckin morgue | |
| I gives a fuck when I creep | |
| I told you I was evil as a nigga when I' m lyin by the devil ' sleep | |
| I let the slugs fly quick | |
| The Tec22 is in your ass like flies on shit | |
| I' m from the dephts down below, the groundward | |
| The graveyard, rockin you niggas, cause I' m that hard | |
| Rhimeson casuin havoc for the underground | |
| You fuck around, you lay around, and yo, you hang around | |
| I' m puttin niggas on graveshift | |
| The Glock9 plays connect the dots off in your ass, bitch | |
| The hardest nigga with a g slang | |
| ' 94, here we go, muthafuckas, it' s a g thang | |
| CHORUS | |
| VERSE 4: Big Mike | |
| Just another muthafucka who got tore down | |
| Came home and beat his hoe down | |
| Bust shots at the police and lost the showdown | |
| Low down, but now his little brother' s stuck on payback | |
| Rollin through the hood, and them little niggas stay strapped | |
| What can I say, black? B. G. is heartless | |
| Usin onetime as targets, I warned you not to start this | |
| Cause he' s down with some downass niggas from around the way | |
| It be that way, they got they nuts off fo' deep, and they down to play | |
| Anything you hoes wanna do | |
| Well, bust a right at the light, come back and bomb that corner, fool | |
| Four young niggas ready to fuck your cap up | |
| Left three niggas dead, and you thought they wouldn' t act up? | |
| Zip the sack up, and wipe the blood off of the flo' | |
| Started some shit, and now they got everybody at each other' s throats | |
| Kinda fucked up, but that' s the way it be | |
| These niggas don' t be playin on these muthafuckin streets | |
| CHORUS |
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