歌曲 | What Gangstas Do |
歌手 | Silkk the Shocker |
专辑 | Charge It 2 Da Game |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Silkk the Shocker | |
Artist: Silkk the Shocker f/ Kane & Abel, Mo B. Dick | |
Album: Charge it 2 Da Game | |
Song: What Gangsta's Do | |
(Silkk the Shocker) | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
(Chorus) | |
What gangstas do for money | |
187, 211 I'm bout it bout it see yo I'm down to do whatever | |
(Silkk the Shocker) | |
I wants money the powers the shit nigga | |
I need dollar shit | |
Til I win the lotto bitch | |
My motto is to get rich | |
Hustler make things all right | |
Connected on our flight | |
You need da Gs and keys over in the car | |
Drove back all night | |
Won't do nuttin for some ass | |
While I will do anything for some cash | |
Fuck the police | |
now I from city fresh off a copper's ass | |
What you gon do when the bills don't come | |
And what you gon do when it's time ta lay it down | |
Dis nigga don't give a fuck bout nuttin but | |
Dollar dollar bills y'all | |
Da real y'all | |
I'm tryin ta get a mil y'all | |
I cost dese things dat I can afford dat I want | |
You calls for da Cadillac wit da 5th wheel | |
And, I'm up in the trunk | |
So don't get mad when you see me with a ski mask | |
I be blastin' | |
I'm gonna get the cash by any means | |
The stash | |
Plus a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eat | |
You're gon be surprised when I'm over your eyes | |
when you see me on the creep | |
Chorus | |
(Abel) | |
Dem niggaz dat feel us | |
Be de killas and dealers | |
Witness my shit nigga | |
Strong arm for skrilla | |
Top yo mama for a dollar | |
Gangstas do what we gotta | |
Back da coke sell the powder | |
For the money and power | |
No Limit rider | |
Bitch don't make me sayin no lotta | |
If it's over my loot | |
I shoot and never miss | |
But's it's burned from my clip like a pot of hot grits | |
Down for gangsta shit for the chips and grip | |
(Kane) | |
Nigga down to do some work | |
Put in work make it hurt | |
Take my hollow chips | |
Wipe em wit my T-Shirt | |
Charge It 2 Da Game | |
Chasin fortune and fame | |
Never snitchin, ears itchin | |
Feds mention my name | |
Mr. Abel Mr. Kane stay tru to da game | |
If it ain't about the paper we jus can't understand | |
(Abel) | |
If you ain't scared | |
Better get somewhere when I pull dis trigger | |
We some seven figure military minded niggaz | |
Chorus | |
(Silkk the Shocker) | |
Show me money | |
I'm smooth I'm street smart | |
But I don't play by da rules, nigga move til we get caught | |
You know I'm bout my mail nigga can't you tell | |
P gon get me out of jail nigga he goin for da bail | |
But I'm a sleep in my cell til they call my name | |
And niggaz rappin to me all night cuz of all this fame | |
Now I ain't gonna let anyone get near me | |
He was hella tight | |
I'm told em someone get out they came for a light | |
They suggested I wanted to be rich and I was like mad as fuck | |
But I'm bout ta bail ya out so y'all niggaz stay up escape | |
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama cuz we freakin man | |
Nigga just waitin for the champagne | |
And cuz dat's me | |
(What ya gonna do when ya get outta jail) | |
I rather be sayin dumb shit den sit here | |
(What do you consider that) | |
Smokin green wit my niggaz and cleanin my strap | |
(Chorus till fade) |
zuo ci : Silkk the Shocker | |
Artist: Silkk the Shocker f Kane Abel, Mo B. Dick | |
Album: Charge it 2 Da Game | |
Song: What Gangsta' s Do | |
Silkk the Shocker | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Chorus | |
What gangstas do for money | |
187, 211 I' m bout it bout it see yo I' m down to do whatever | |
Silkk the Shocker | |
I wants money the powers the shit nigga | |
I need dollar shit | |
Til I win the lotto bitch | |
My motto is to get rich | |
Hustler make things all right | |
Connected on our flight | |
You need da Gs and keys over in the car | |
Drove back all night | |
Won' t do nuttin for some ass | |
While I will do anything for some cash | |
Fuck the police | |
now I from city fresh off a copper' s ass | |
What you gon do when the bills don' t come | |
And what you gon do when it' s time ta lay it down | |
Dis nigga don' t give a fuck bout nuttin but | |
Dollar dollar bills y' all | |
Da real y' all | |
I' m tryin ta get a mil y' all | |
I cost dese things dat I can afford dat I want | |
You calls for da Cadillac wit da 5th wheel | |
And, I' m up in the trunk | |
So don' t get mad when you see me with a ski mask | |
I be blastin' | |
I' m gonna get the cash by any means | |
The stash | |
Plus a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eat | |
You' re gon be surprised when I' m over your eyes | |
when you see me on the creep | |
Chorus | |
Abel | |
Dem niggaz dat feel us | |
Be de killas and dealers | |
Witness my shit nigga | |
Strong arm for skrilla | |
Top yo mama for a dollar | |
Gangstas do what we gotta | |
Back da coke sell the powder | |
For the money and power | |
No Limit rider | |
Bitch don' t make me sayin no lotta | |
If it' s over my loot | |
I shoot and never miss | |
But' s it' s burned from my clip like a pot of hot grits | |
Down for gangsta shit for the chips and grip | |
Kane | |
Nigga down to do some work | |
Put in work make it hurt | |
Take my hollow chips | |
Wipe em wit my TShirt | |
Charge It 2 Da Game | |
Chasin fortune and fame | |
Never snitchin, ears itchin | |
Feds mention my name | |
Mr. Abel Mr. Kane stay tru to da game | |
If it ain' t about the paper we jus can' t understand | |
Abel | |
If you ain' t scared | |
Better get somewhere when I pull dis trigger | |
We some seven figure military minded niggaz | |
Chorus | |
Silkk the Shocker | |
Show me money | |
I' m smooth I' m street smart | |
But I don' t play by da rules, nigga move til we get caught | |
You know I' m bout my mail nigga can' t you tell | |
P gon get me out of jail nigga he goin for da bail | |
But I' m a sleep in my cell til they call my name | |
And niggaz rappin to me all night cuz of all this fame | |
Now I ain' t gonna let anyone get near me | |
He was hella tight | |
I' m told em someone get out they came for a light | |
They suggested I wanted to be rich and I was like mad as fuck | |
But I' m bout ta bail ya out so y' all niggaz stay up escape | |
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama cuz we freakin man | |
Nigga just waitin for the champagne | |
And cuz dat' s me | |
What ya gonna do when ya get outta jail | |
I rather be sayin dumb shit den sit here | |
What do you consider that | |
Smokin green wit my niggaz and cleanin my strap | |
Chorus till fade |
zuò cí : Silkk the Shocker | |
Artist: Silkk the Shocker f Kane Abel, Mo B. Dick | |
Album: Charge it 2 Da Game | |
Song: What Gangsta' s Do | |
Silkk the Shocker | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler | |
Chorus | |
What gangstas do for money | |
187, 211 I' m bout it bout it see yo I' m down to do whatever | |
Silkk the Shocker | |
I wants money the powers the shit nigga | |
I need dollar shit | |
Til I win the lotto bitch | |
My motto is to get rich | |
Hustler make things all right | |
Connected on our flight | |
You need da Gs and keys over in the car | |
Drove back all night | |
Won' t do nuttin for some ass | |
While I will do anything for some cash | |
Fuck the police | |
now I from city fresh off a copper' s ass | |
What you gon do when the bills don' t come | |
And what you gon do when it' s time ta lay it down | |
Dis nigga don' t give a fuck bout nuttin but | |
Dollar dollar bills y' all | |
Da real y' all | |
I' m tryin ta get a mil y' all | |
I cost dese things dat I can afford dat I want | |
You calls for da Cadillac wit da 5th wheel | |
And, I' m up in the trunk | |
So don' t get mad when you see me with a ski mask | |
I be blastin' | |
I' m gonna get the cash by any means | |
The stash | |
Plus a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eat | |
You' re gon be surprised when I' m over your eyes | |
when you see me on the creep | |
Chorus | |
Abel | |
Dem niggaz dat feel us | |
Be de killas and dealers | |
Witness my shit nigga | |
Strong arm for skrilla | |
Top yo mama for a dollar | |
Gangstas do what we gotta | |
Back da coke sell the powder | |
For the money and power | |
No Limit rider | |
Bitch don' t make me sayin no lotta | |
If it' s over my loot | |
I shoot and never miss | |
But' s it' s burned from my clip like a pot of hot grits | |
Down for gangsta shit for the chips and grip | |
Kane | |
Nigga down to do some work | |
Put in work make it hurt | |
Take my hollow chips | |
Wipe em wit my TShirt | |
Charge It 2 Da Game | |
Chasin fortune and fame | |
Never snitchin, ears itchin | |
Feds mention my name | |
Mr. Abel Mr. Kane stay tru to da game | |
If it ain' t about the paper we jus can' t understand | |
Abel | |
If you ain' t scared | |
Better get somewhere when I pull dis trigger | |
We some seven figure military minded niggaz | |
Chorus | |
Silkk the Shocker | |
Show me money | |
I' m smooth I' m street smart | |
But I don' t play by da rules, nigga move til we get caught | |
You know I' m bout my mail nigga can' t you tell | |
P gon get me out of jail nigga he goin for da bail | |
But I' m a sleep in my cell til they call my name | |
And niggaz rappin to me all night cuz of all this fame | |
Now I ain' t gonna let anyone get near me | |
He was hella tight | |
I' m told em someone get out they came for a light | |
They suggested I wanted to be rich and I was like mad as fuck | |
But I' m bout ta bail ya out so y' all niggaz stay up escape | |
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama cuz we freakin man | |
Nigga just waitin for the champagne | |
And cuz dat' s me | |
What ya gonna do when ya get outta jail | |
I rather be sayin dumb shit den sit here | |
What do you consider that | |
Smokin green wit my niggaz and cleanin my strap | |
Chorus till fade |