Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz & Gangstaz 歌词
| 歌曲 | Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz & Gangstaz |
| 歌手 | Krayzie Bone |
| 专辑 | Thug Mentality 1999 |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Goodwin, Henderson, Howse ... | |
| Krayzie bone feat mjg, 8ball, layzie bone：thug mentality 1999 | |
| Krayzie： | |
| If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug, you better get ready for | |
| War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gansta, let your gun smoke. | |
| Krayzie: | |
| Took a trip out to texas and i find real niggas, remind me of mine. a nigga can | |
| Vibe, 'cause y'all some cold ass playa playas. hey, there, mo thug and we gotsta | |
| Give 'em some love, so now you're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. you | |
| Get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don't really want that 'cause i know | |
| These ain't no hoes you fuckin' with. touched down and got with the realest | |
| Niggas in the town. now look who's in the suave house, yes it's truly-yours, | |
| Mister sawed-off leatherface, a warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy, | |
| Ready to move out, nigga, ready to get with the shoot out. in the meanwhile, i | |
| Still gotta make me some money to get by. yeah, i thought to connect, and hooked | |
| Up with mjg, made money, 'cause all that other shit don't mean a thing to me. | |
| But try to run up and i'm leavin' you stunned. nobody will know who shot that | |
| Pump, 'cause i'm gonna dump it and run. put him on the pave, and hey, that nigga | |
| That did it was wearin' a leather face, and not to be played with. whatever you | |
| Claim, you better get paid. shit. | |
| Krayzie: | |
| If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better get ready for | |
| War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke. | |
| Mjg: | |
| Who be i? the nigga who pimpin'-a plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank | |
| That he hold. natural born mind control. false niggas' gang blown away. it makes | |
| You wonder why niggas be hatin'. they jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take | |
| You under. it seems like the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookin' | |
| For ways to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. i'm settin' up traps for rats | |
| Who snatch cheese. fly like a trapeze artist. tell 'em to bring it on, i comes | |
| The hardest. mjg, pimp, runnin' with bone, dividin?the throne. regardless of | |
| Niggas who stand in my path, i'm bringin' it on. recitin' the lyrical gift, the | |
| Shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars. how do you know when you're | |
| Goin' too far? the further you get, the further you are. shit, i breaks in half | |
| Crook niggas. don't make me laugh. now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which | |
| One's the ass? where your bitch at? collectin' my cash. now who would've know | |
| That the bitch is a hood-rat. increasin' my stash, leavin' you fast. you're | |
| Thinkin' i'm slippin', i'm grippin' the tech. look at the bullets, they rippin' | |
| His vest open, puttin' a hole in his chest. in piece is that nigga decide to | |
| Rest. i'm leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'. the shit that i got is the | |
| Shit that i'm given. constantly livin' that life of a thug, drinkin' the hen, | |
| Smokin' the bud. | |
| Krayzie: | |
| If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better get ready for | |
| War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke. | |
| Layzie: | |
| Too many fake niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned that they | |
| Couldn't win. ken took it to the head with a fifth of hen now i'm in the wind, | |
| 500 benzo, we roll, roll. rod j came through with the mack-10. wish trippin' | |
| When i pulled out the glock. you know that all of my niggas be ready this | |
| Pop-pop, comin' with the heat cocked, 'cause it never did stop. everybody i know | |
| Out lookin' for a come up, we creep, it's deeper than the way you perceive a | |
| Thug, no love, take a nigga through the mud everytime i try him from my wordly | |
| Grudge. what? nigga wel bust till the point of no return, i'm out here | |
| Swangin', paper chasin'. erasin' my poverty and i gotsta be that soldier | |
| Claimin' mo! even though it get hectic, respect it. nigga, knock my struggle, | |
| Uh-oh, they'll gets more chaos and i won't stop till i piece this puzzle. i'm a | |
| Go gather up all lost souls show 'em the way to the road to be real, give 'em a | |
| Deal, train 'em to kill, haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field. we | |
| Marchin', ready for war, fuck the law, they ain't on our side. hell yeah, we can | |
| Meet up at the district. i'm bringin' it to you, ready to die. see, i am so sick | |
| Of oppression, shit ain't changed, little lay still stressin'. no question, | |
| Clutchin' there no more weapon, 'cause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and | |
| Uh, youl probably feelin?the sense of some danger, but i'm bringin' the sense | |
| Of an angel to the table. watch me put it down for mo, and them suave house | |
| Niggas. so, willin?and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigs . if | |
| That's what it is, you better be mindin' your business, or be beggin' | |
| Forgiveness. you know all i'm sayin?is, just don't fuck with me, man. | |
| Krayzie: | |
| If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you better get ready for | |
| War. if you a hustla make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke. | |
| Eightball: | |
| Yeah ... bone thugs. mo thugs. eightball, the fat mack, and mj-fuckin'-g. the | |
| Realest niggas alive, yeah. thuggin', pimpin', bitch, this shit don't stop. you | |
| Know what i'm talkin' 'bout? all over the muthafuckin' world and back again, | |
| Bitch. space-age forever. |
| zuo qu : Goodwin, Henderson, Howse ... | |
| Krayzie bone feat mjg, 8ball, layzie bone: thug mentality 1999 | |
| Krayzie: | |
| If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug, you better get ready for | |
| War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gansta, let your gun smoke. | |
| Krayzie: | |
| Took a trip out to texas and i find real niggas, remind me of mine. a nigga can | |
| Vibe, ' cause y' all some cold ass playa playas. hey, there, mo thug and we gotsta | |
| Give ' em some love, so now you' re dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. you | |
| Get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don' t really want that ' cause i know | |
| These ain' t no hoes you fuckin' with. touched down and got with the realest | |
| Niggas in the town. now look who' s in the suave house, yes it' s trulyyours, | |
| Mister sawedoff leatherface, a warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy, | |
| Ready to move out, nigga, ready to get with the shoot out. in the meanwhile, i | |
| Still gotta make me some money to get by. yeah, i thought to connect, and hooked | |
| Up with mjg, made money, ' cause all that other shit don' t mean a thing to me. | |
| But try to run up and i' m leavin' you stunned. nobody will know who shot that | |
| Pump, ' cause i' m gonna dump it and run. put him on the pave, and hey, that nigga | |
| That did it was wearin' a leather face, and not to be played with. whatever you | |
| Claim, you better get paid. shit. | |
| Krayzie: | |
| If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better get ready for | |
| War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke. | |
| Mjg: | |
| Who be i? the nigga who pimpin' a plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank | |
| That he hold. natural born mind control. false niggas' gang blown away. it makes | |
| You wonder why niggas be hatin'. they jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take | |
| You under. it seems like the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookin' | |
| For ways to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. i' m settin' up traps for rats | |
| Who snatch cheese. fly like a trapeze artist. tell ' em to bring it on, i comes | |
| The hardest. mjg, pimp, runnin' with bone, dividin? the throne. regardless of | |
| Niggas who stand in my path, i' m bringin' it on. recitin' the lyrical gift, the | |
| Shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars. how do you know when you' re | |
| Goin' too far? the further you get, the further you are. shit, i breaks in half | |
| Crook niggas. don' t make me laugh. now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which | |
| One' s the ass? where your bitch at? collectin' my cash. now who would' ve know | |
| That the bitch is a hoodrat. increasin' my stash, leavin' you fast. you' re | |
| Thinkin' i' m slippin', i' m grippin' the tech. look at the bullets, they rippin' | |
| His vest open, puttin' a hole in his chest. in piece is that nigga decide to | |
| Rest. i' m leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'. the shit that i got is the | |
| Shit that i' m given. constantly livin' that life of a thug, drinkin' the hen, | |
| Smokin' the bud. | |
| Krayzie: | |
| If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better get ready for | |
| War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke. | |
| Layzie: | |
| Too many fake niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned that they | |
| Couldn' t win. ken took it to the head with a fifth of hen now i' m in the wind, | |
| 500 benzo, we roll, roll. rod j came through with the mack10. wish trippin' | |
| When i pulled out the glock. you know that all of my niggas be ready this | |
| Poppop, comin' with the heat cocked, ' cause it never did stop. everybody i know | |
| Out lookin' for a come up, we creep, it' s deeper than the way you perceive a | |
| Thug, no love, take a nigga through the mud everytime i try him from my wordly | |
| Grudge. what? nigga we l bust till the point of no return, i' m out here | |
| Swangin', paper chasin'. erasin' my poverty and i gotsta be that soldier | |
| Claimin' mo! even though it get hectic, respect it. nigga, knock my struggle, | |
| Uhoh, they' ll gets more chaos and i won' t stop till i piece this puzzle. i' m a | |
| Go gather up all lost souls show ' em the way to the road to be real, give ' em a | |
| Deal, train ' em to kill, haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field. we | |
| Marchin', ready for war, fuck the law, they ain' t on our side. hell yeah, we can | |
| Meet up at the district. i' m bringin' it to you, ready to die. see, i am so sick | |
| Of oppression, shit ain' t changed, little lay still stressin'. no question, | |
| Clutchin' there no more weapon, ' cause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and | |
| Uh, you l probably feelin? the sense of some danger, but i' m bringin' the sense | |
| Of an angel to the table. watch me put it down for mo, and them suave house | |
| Niggas. so, willin? and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigs . if | |
| That' s what it is, you better be mindin' your business, or be beggin' | |
| Forgiveness. you know all i' m sayin? is, just don' t fuck with me, man. | |
| Krayzie: | |
| If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you better get ready for | |
| War. if you a hustla make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke. | |
| Eightball: | |
| Yeah ... bone thugs. mo thugs. eightball, the fat mack, and mjfuckin' g. the | |
| Realest niggas alive, yeah. thuggin', pimpin', bitch, this shit don' t stop. you | |
| Know what i' m talkin' ' bout? all over the muthafuckin' world and back again, | |
| Bitch. spaceage forever. |
| zuò qǔ : Goodwin, Henderson, Howse ... | |
| Krayzie bone feat mjg, 8ball, layzie bone: thug mentality 1999 | |
| Krayzie: | |
| If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug, you better get ready for | |
| War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gansta, let your gun smoke. | |
| Krayzie: | |
| Took a trip out to texas and i find real niggas, remind me of mine. a nigga can | |
| Vibe, ' cause y' all some cold ass playa playas. hey, there, mo thug and we gotsta | |
| Give ' em some love, so now you' re dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. you | |
| Get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don' t really want that ' cause i know | |
| These ain' t no hoes you fuckin' with. touched down and got with the realest | |
| Niggas in the town. now look who' s in the suave house, yes it' s trulyyours, | |
| Mister sawedoff leatherface, a warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy, | |
| Ready to move out, nigga, ready to get with the shoot out. in the meanwhile, i | |
| Still gotta make me some money to get by. yeah, i thought to connect, and hooked | |
| Up with mjg, made money, ' cause all that other shit don' t mean a thing to me. | |
| But try to run up and i' m leavin' you stunned. nobody will know who shot that | |
| Pump, ' cause i' m gonna dump it and run. put him on the pave, and hey, that nigga | |
| That did it was wearin' a leather face, and not to be played with. whatever you | |
| Claim, you better get paid. shit. | |
| Krayzie: | |
| If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better get ready for | |
| War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke. | |
| Mjg: | |
| Who be i? the nigga who pimpin' a plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank | |
| That he hold. natural born mind control. false niggas' gang blown away. it makes | |
| You wonder why niggas be hatin'. they jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take | |
| You under. it seems like the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookin' | |
| For ways to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. i' m settin' up traps for rats | |
| Who snatch cheese. fly like a trapeze artist. tell ' em to bring it on, i comes | |
| The hardest. mjg, pimp, runnin' with bone, dividin? the throne. regardless of | |
| Niggas who stand in my path, i' m bringin' it on. recitin' the lyrical gift, the | |
| Shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars. how do you know when you' re | |
| Goin' too far? the further you get, the further you are. shit, i breaks in half | |
| Crook niggas. don' t make me laugh. now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which | |
| One' s the ass? where your bitch at? collectin' my cash. now who would' ve know | |
| That the bitch is a hoodrat. increasin' my stash, leavin' you fast. you' re | |
| Thinkin' i' m slippin', i' m grippin' the tech. look at the bullets, they rippin' | |
| His vest open, puttin' a hole in his chest. in piece is that nigga decide to | |
| Rest. i' m leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'. the shit that i got is the | |
| Shit that i' m given. constantly livin' that life of a thug, drinkin' the hen, | |
| Smokin' the bud. | |
| Krayzie: | |
| If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better get ready for | |
| War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke. | |
| Layzie: | |
| Too many fake niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned that they | |
| Couldn' t win. ken took it to the head with a fifth of hen now i' m in the wind, | |
| 500 benzo, we roll, roll. rod j came through with the mack10. wish trippin' | |
| When i pulled out the glock. you know that all of my niggas be ready this | |
| Poppop, comin' with the heat cocked, ' cause it never did stop. everybody i know | |
| Out lookin' for a come up, we creep, it' s deeper than the way you perceive a | |
| Thug, no love, take a nigga through the mud everytime i try him from my wordly | |
| Grudge. what? nigga we l bust till the point of no return, i' m out here | |
| Swangin', paper chasin'. erasin' my poverty and i gotsta be that soldier | |
| Claimin' mo! even though it get hectic, respect it. nigga, knock my struggle, | |
| Uhoh, they' ll gets more chaos and i won' t stop till i piece this puzzle. i' m a | |
| Go gather up all lost souls show ' em the way to the road to be real, give ' em a | |
| Deal, train ' em to kill, haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field. we | |
| Marchin', ready for war, fuck the law, they ain' t on our side. hell yeah, we can | |
| Meet up at the district. i' m bringin' it to you, ready to die. see, i am so sick | |
| Of oppression, shit ain' t changed, little lay still stressin'. no question, | |
| Clutchin' there no more weapon, ' cause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and | |
| Uh, you l probably feelin? the sense of some danger, but i' m bringin' the sense | |
| Of an angel to the table. watch me put it down for mo, and them suave house | |
| Niggas. so, willin? and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigs . if | |
| That' s what it is, you better be mindin' your business, or be beggin' | |
| Forgiveness. you know all i' m sayin? is, just don' t fuck with me, man. | |
| Krayzie: | |
| If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you better get ready for | |
| War. if you a hustla make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke. | |
| Eightball: | |
| Yeah ... bone thugs. mo thugs. eightball, the fat mack, and mjfuckin' g. the | |
| Realest niggas alive, yeah. thuggin', pimpin', bitch, this shit don' t stop. you | |
| Know what i' m talkin' ' bout? all over the muthafuckin' world and back again, | |
| Bitch. spaceage forever. |
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