Song | Datz Real Gangsta |
Artist | Brotha Lynch Hung |
Album | Season of da Siccness: The Resurrection |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mann | |
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit | |
Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six | |
40 on the back, Sicx over top | |
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean | |
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] | |
It was a dark blue night, nigga toe down sleep | |
Had a 40 once of E and half once of weed | |
Just got fooled rockin gangsta shit | |
My nigga Sicx f**ked around and took Pooh-Man's bitch | |
Rider in cut and got her all f**ked up | |
It was all just us, bout to bust fat nuts | |
Sluts get dug like a grave when I'm high | |
Shootin out the barrel of a 7 inch by 5 | |
With a nut all in your dome, slit fulla that home grown, shit | |
Bout to pull em up on with that limp | |
Then I'm out, ready to take the back rout the the freeway | |
Grab anotha hoe and a 4-0 on the way | |
And I'ma know, that's the fools do it in the Locced Blocc | |
Makin hoes nut, 5000 with the 9 Glock | |
And you gotta know that it just don't stop | |
Mr. Redrum, Redrum on the cock and my nigga say | |
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] | |
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit | |
Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six | |
40 on the back, Sicx over top | |
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean (and my nigga say) | |
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit | |
Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six | |
40 on the back, Mr. Doc in the bathroom | |
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean | |
[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] | |
Now it was all that night that we hooked shit up | |
Had hoes, 4-0's and 9's in the cut | |
Just case, niggas want funk we got the right guards | |
Spray straight Uzi on them nigga evryday | |
And it's the Baby, the Bady dead-a sleep | |
Toe down drunk, must have been drinkin Ol E | |
While Mr. D-O-C {???} his G | |
With a hoe and B-I-T-C-H my nigga Art be | |
Rapin those hoes, takin those hoes to the room | |
Drop the crop and let the trigga go BOOM | |
And me? Man I'm just a G | |
Kick back witta 4-0 and let em come to me | |
One for e-ach and every single nigga on the third floor | |
Smoke a half of O and forget what you heard hoe | |
And you gotta know that it just don't stop | |
Mr. Redrum, Redrum on the cock and my nigga say | |
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] | |
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit | |
Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six | |
40 on the back, Mr. Doc in the bathroom | |
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean, my nigga | |
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit | |
Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six | |
40 on the back, Lynch over top | |
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean, my nigga |
zuo ci : Mann | |
Uhh, now that' s real gangsta shit | |
Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six | |
40 on the back, Sicx over top | |
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean | |
Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung | |
It was a dark blue night, nigga toe down sleep | |
Had a 40 once of E and half once of weed | |
Just got fooled rockin gangsta shit | |
My nigga Sicx f ked around and took PoohMan' s bitch | |
Rider in cut and got her all f ked up | |
It was all just us, bout to bust fat nuts | |
Sluts get dug like a grave when I' m high | |
Shootin out the barrel of a 7 inch by 5 | |
With a nut all in your dome, slit fulla that home grown, shit | |
Bout to pull em up on with that limp | |
Then I' m out, ready to take the back rout the the freeway | |
Grab anotha hoe and a 40 on the way | |
And I' ma know, that' s the fools do it in the Locced Blocc | |
Makin hoes nut, 5000 with the 9 Glock | |
And you gotta know that it just don' t stop | |
Mr. Redrum, Redrum on the cock and my nigga say | |
Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung | |
Uhh, now that' s real gangsta shit | |
Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six | |
40 on the back, Sicx over top | |
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean and my nigga say | |
Uhh, now that' s real gangsta shit | |
Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six | |
40 on the back, Mr. Doc in the bathroom | |
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean | |
Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung | |
Now it was all that night that we hooked shit up | |
Had hoes, 40' s and 9' s in the cut | |
Just case, niggas want funk we got the right guards | |
Spray straight Uzi on them nigga evryday | |
And it' s the Baby, the Bady deada sleep | |
Toe down drunk, must have been drinkin Ol E | |
While Mr. DOC ??? his G | |
With a hoe and BITCH my nigga Art be | |
Rapin those hoes, takin those hoes to the room | |
Drop the crop and let the trigga go BOOM | |
And me? Man I' m just a G | |
Kick back witta 40 and let em come to me | |
One for each and every single nigga on the third floor | |
Smoke a half of O and forget what you heard hoe | |
And you gotta know that it just don' t stop | |
Mr. Redrum, Redrum on the cock and my nigga say | |
Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung | |
Uhh, now that' s real gangsta shit | |
Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six | |
40 on the back, Mr. Doc in the bathroom | |
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean, my nigga | |
Uhh, now that' s real gangsta shit | |
Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six | |
40 on the back, Lynch over top | |
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean, my nigga |
zuò cí : Mann | |
Uhh, now that' s real gangsta shit | |
Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six | |
40 on the back, Sicx over top | |
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean | |
Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung | |
It was a dark blue night, nigga toe down sleep | |
Had a 40 once of E and half once of weed | |
Just got fooled rockin gangsta shit | |
My nigga Sicx f ked around and took PoohMan' s bitch | |
Rider in cut and got her all f ked up | |
It was all just us, bout to bust fat nuts | |
Sluts get dug like a grave when I' m high | |
Shootin out the barrel of a 7 inch by 5 | |
With a nut all in your dome, slit fulla that home grown, shit | |
Bout to pull em up on with that limp | |
Then I' m out, ready to take the back rout the the freeway | |
Grab anotha hoe and a 40 on the way | |
And I' ma know, that' s the fools do it in the Locced Blocc | |
Makin hoes nut, 5000 with the 9 Glock | |
And you gotta know that it just don' t stop | |
Mr. Redrum, Redrum on the cock and my nigga say | |
Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung | |
Uhh, now that' s real gangsta shit | |
Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six | |
40 on the back, Sicx over top | |
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean and my nigga say | |
Uhh, now that' s real gangsta shit | |
Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six | |
40 on the back, Mr. Doc in the bathroom | |
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean | |
Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung | |
Now it was all that night that we hooked shit up | |
Had hoes, 40' s and 9' s in the cut | |
Just case, niggas want funk we got the right guards | |
Spray straight Uzi on them nigga evryday | |
And it' s the Baby, the Bady deada sleep | |
Toe down drunk, must have been drinkin Ol E | |
While Mr. DOC ??? his G | |
With a hoe and BITCH my nigga Art be | |
Rapin those hoes, takin those hoes to the room | |
Drop the crop and let the trigga go BOOM | |
And me? Man I' m just a G | |
Kick back witta 40 and let em come to me | |
One for each and every single nigga on the third floor | |
Smoke a half of O and forget what you heard hoe | |
And you gotta know that it just don' t stop | |
Mr. Redrum, Redrum on the cock and my nigga say | |
Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung | |
Uhh, now that' s real gangsta shit | |
Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six | |
40 on the back, Mr. Doc in the bathroom | |
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean, my nigga | |
Uhh, now that' s real gangsta shit | |
Pack 10 and on a bitch in a Hotel Six | |
40 on the back, Lynch over top | |
Diggin in a spleen witta gangsta lean, my nigga |