Song | Gangsterous |
Artist | E-40 |
Artist | D-Shot |
Artist | The Mossie |
Album | Charlie Hustle: Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Davis, Kante, Stevens, Stevens ... | |
Chorus: D-Shot, E-40 | |
We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) | |
We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) | |
We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) | |
We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) | |
(D-Shot) | |
Well let me start again with a stiff chin, go 'head and take one | |
I just begun, to break yo' ass off a lump sum | |
with double (??), I got a (??) in the garage | |
And ready to mob, so get the **** up out of Dodge | |
before I trip, and slap yo' ass with this new grip | |
One slip of the tongue'll get your monkey ass hung | |
Two lungs is what it takes to inhale the dank | |
and one cap is all it takes to put you in the paint | |
(The Mossie) | |
So beware, to stare, in the glare, of this infrared | |
You dread the day we pull out the glock display | |
One way, is what your headed down, we got the pound | |
So bow down, and give me the ball because we on the mound | |
Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit | |
Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit | |
Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit | |
Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit | |
Chorus | |
(E-40) | |
Wha-da-da-dey, wha-da-da-da-dang | |
Hustlin on the thirteen-hundred block slangin 'caine | |
Call (??) bitch (??) (??) (??) | |
with walkie-talkies and po-po scanners on the lookout for the pigs | |
I make long bread, I brought big cars | |
Everybody know the hustle, it's like I'm a movie star | |
but in the middle of the night, out the mouth they foam | |
Jumpers be knockin on my bedroom window | |
with they cats with they friendly spook on talkin about | |
"Can I borrow some fetti? Loan me a dimepiece til the first" | |
and I be like, you mean to tell me yo' uppity ass | |
ain't got no money in yo' purse? | |
"Nah but I got a Bic" A Bic? | |
Some dopefiend matches, a little bit of that and she'll suck yo' dick | |
She's a bootch, she fat, she out there bad | |
I promise you somethin proper Lil' Diva, the devil pleaser | |
The neighborhood head doctor, I give a **** about a chickenhead cluck | |
I'm tryin to get papered up, I'm gangsterous | |
Chorus | |
(The Mossie) | |
We import chickens from the Japanese | |
Drop 'em off to the young homies | |
If they come up short, we breakin knees, spines and spleens | |
Killers on the team greated at the age of thirteen | |
By all means makes niggaz buy cream from us | |
Triple beam dreams is a mother****in must | |
We slide through in a tough, black Expedition truck | |
If a nigga cross game they get ripped and bucked | |
(D-Shot) | |
Buck 'em up, lay 'em down nigga, we for the figures | |
If your money bigger, we got yo' head behind the trigger | |
Cough it up nigga, we want the combo to the safe | |
Give it up nigga, before I catch a murder case | |
(The Mossie) | |
(??) it up nigga, ain't no survivors so realize it | |
A half a ki, in the trunk is all mine, so penalize it | |
I hit the block, serve a flock of that, good white girl | |
Bust 'em down, bag 'em up and serve the whole damn world |
zuo ci : Davis, Kante, Stevens, Stevens ... | |
Chorus: DShot, E40 | |
We gangsterous, we gangsterous gangsterous | |
We gangsterous, we gangsterous gangsterous | |
We gangsterous, we gangsterous gangsterous | |
We gangsterous, we gangsterous gangsterous | |
DShot | |
Well let me start again with a stiff chin, go ' head and take one | |
I just begun, to break yo' ass off a lump sum | |
with double ??, I got a ?? in the garage | |
And ready to mob, so get the up out of Dodge | |
before I trip, and slap yo' ass with this new grip | |
One slip of the tongue' ll get your monkey ass hung | |
Two lungs is what it takes to inhale the dank | |
and one cap is all it takes to put you in the paint | |
The Mossie | |
So beware, to stare, in the glare, of this infrared | |
You dread the day we pull out the glock display | |
One way, is what your headed down, we got the pound | |
So bow down, and give me the ball because we on the mound | |
Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit | |
Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit | |
Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit | |
Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit | |
Chorus | |
E40 | |
Whadadadey, whadadadadang | |
Hustlin on the thirteenhundred block slangin ' caine | |
Call ?? bitch ?? ?? ?? | |
with walkietalkies and popo scanners on the lookout for the pigs | |
I make long bread, I brought big cars | |
Everybody know the hustle, it' s like I' m a movie star | |
but in the middle of the night, out the mouth they foam | |
Jumpers be knockin on my bedroom window | |
with they cats with they friendly spook on talkin about | |
" Can I borrow some fetti? Loan me a dimepiece til the first" | |
and I be like, you mean to tell me yo' uppity ass | |
ain' t got no money in yo' purse? | |
" Nah but I got a Bic" A Bic? | |
Some dopefiend matches, a little bit of that and she' ll suck yo' dick | |
She' s a bootch, she fat, she out there bad | |
I promise you somethin proper Lil' Diva, the devil pleaser | |
The neighborhood head doctor, I give a about a chickenhead cluck | |
I' m tryin to get papered up, I' m gangsterous | |
Chorus | |
The Mossie | |
We import chickens from the Japanese | |
Drop ' em off to the young homies | |
If they come up short, we breakin knees, spines and spleens | |
Killers on the team greated at the age of thirteen | |
By all means makes niggaz buy cream from us | |
Triple beam dreams is a mother in must | |
We slide through in a tough, black Expedition truck | |
If a nigga cross game they get ripped and bucked | |
DShot | |
Buck ' em up, lay ' em down nigga, we for the figures | |
If your money bigger, we got yo' head behind the trigger | |
Cough it up nigga, we want the combo to the safe | |
Give it up nigga, before I catch a murder case | |
The Mossie | |
?? it up nigga, ain' t no survivors so realize it | |
A half a ki, in the trunk is all mine, so penalize it | |
I hit the block, serve a flock of that, good white girl | |
Bust ' em down, bag ' em up and serve the whole damn world |
zuò cí : Davis, Kante, Stevens, Stevens ... | |
Chorus: DShot, E40 | |
We gangsterous, we gangsterous gangsterous | |
We gangsterous, we gangsterous gangsterous | |
We gangsterous, we gangsterous gangsterous | |
We gangsterous, we gangsterous gangsterous | |
DShot | |
Well let me start again with a stiff chin, go ' head and take one | |
I just begun, to break yo' ass off a lump sum | |
with double ??, I got a ?? in the garage | |
And ready to mob, so get the up out of Dodge | |
before I trip, and slap yo' ass with this new grip | |
One slip of the tongue' ll get your monkey ass hung | |
Two lungs is what it takes to inhale the dank | |
and one cap is all it takes to put you in the paint | |
The Mossie | |
So beware, to stare, in the glare, of this infrared | |
You dread the day we pull out the glock display | |
One way, is what your headed down, we got the pound | |
So bow down, and give me the ball because we on the mound | |
Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit | |
Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit | |
Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit | |
Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit | |
Chorus | |
E40 | |
Whadadadey, whadadadadang | |
Hustlin on the thirteenhundred block slangin ' caine | |
Call ?? bitch ?? ?? ?? | |
with walkietalkies and popo scanners on the lookout for the pigs | |
I make long bread, I brought big cars | |
Everybody know the hustle, it' s like I' m a movie star | |
but in the middle of the night, out the mouth they foam | |
Jumpers be knockin on my bedroom window | |
with they cats with they friendly spook on talkin about | |
" Can I borrow some fetti? Loan me a dimepiece til the first" | |
and I be like, you mean to tell me yo' uppity ass | |
ain' t got no money in yo' purse? | |
" Nah but I got a Bic" A Bic? | |
Some dopefiend matches, a little bit of that and she' ll suck yo' dick | |
She' s a bootch, she fat, she out there bad | |
I promise you somethin proper Lil' Diva, the devil pleaser | |
The neighborhood head doctor, I give a about a chickenhead cluck | |
I' m tryin to get papered up, I' m gangsterous | |
Chorus | |
The Mossie | |
We import chickens from the Japanese | |
Drop ' em off to the young homies | |
If they come up short, we breakin knees, spines and spleens | |
Killers on the team greated at the age of thirteen | |
By all means makes niggaz buy cream from us | |
Triple beam dreams is a mother in must | |
We slide through in a tough, black Expedition truck | |
If a nigga cross game they get ripped and bucked | |
DShot | |
Buck ' em up, lay ' em down nigga, we for the figures | |
If your money bigger, we got yo' head behind the trigger | |
Cough it up nigga, we want the combo to the safe | |
Give it up nigga, before I catch a murder case | |
The Mossie | |
?? it up nigga, ain' t no survivors so realize it | |
A half a ki, in the trunk is all mine, so penalize it | |
I hit the block, serve a flock of that, good white girl | |
Bust ' em down, bag ' em up and serve the whole damn world |