歌曲 | Dat Gangsta Shit |
歌手 | Fat Joe |
专辑 | Don Cartagena |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cartagena, Martin | |
Yeah, uhh, dat gangsta *****t | |
Uhh, yeah, dat gangsta *****t | |
Uhh, dat gangsta *****t | |
What you love huh? dat gangsta *****t | |
What you want huh? dat gangsta *****t | |
Now what we live huh? dat gangsta *****t | |
Yeah, uhh, uhh | |
Recognize my presence, this rap game specialized with legends | |
I drop *****t *****z try to memorize in seconds | |
You criticize me, still visualize the lessons | |
And when i wish to put aside the questions | |
Before they find out, who's the realest | |
Who done spoke without one joke about the illest | |
*****t that ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappin | |
Joe the god it ain't so hard to start clappin | |
But i lay low, create flows, for the pesos | |
Now we got extra hoes, wantin to chase shows | |
I take foes, and break em down to minerals | |
We went from street corner thugs to white collar criminals | |
Individuals, with no peace on the quest | |
The iced out, piece on my chest, from the east to the west | |
Never sleep in a sweat, keep the heat with the vest | |
Ready for the 'casian blazin gettin deep with the best | |
The police wanna test my strategy, got half of the world | |
Mad at me, but very few challenge me | |
Perhaps you will be the first to approach this, lyrical **** *****t | |
Cartagena will bring the chrome like explosives | |
Now what you love huh? dat gangsta *****t | |
What you want huh? dat gangsta *****t | |
Now what we live huh? dat gangsta *****t | |
Dat gangsta *****t, dat gangsta *****t | |
Yeah, uhh, uhh | |
***** the whole world, all i need is my dough and my girl | |
And even she can get it, everybody go to hell | |
I don't need y'all, disrespect the don and i'ma see y'all | |
Hit you with the tech and the armor, you see-saw | |
That's my steez, if i don't kill you i'ma clap you these | |
Ask your peeps if i ain't have the beast soundin japanese | |
Coughin blood, that's what you get for talkin thug | |
Run up on your preacher with the sweeper feature coughin slugs | |
Once a thug always a thug, hallways and drug dealers | |
Fillers, killers, they wanna chill all day with us | |
They love the don, these words are more than just another song | |
If i said i slit your neck, your jugular's gone | |
Ain't nothin artificial, joe the god, the terror squad official | |
Got a lot of pistols with missiles, prayer lies with you | |
The *****t you say'll get you sprayed with the clapper | |
Just remember joe the god is not your ordinary rapper | |
Now what we love huh? dat gangsta *****t | |
What you want huh? dat gangsta *****t | |
Now what we live huh? dat gangsta *****t | |
Dat gangsta *****t, dat gangsta *****t | |
Now what you love huh? dat gangsta *****t | |
What you want huh? kick dat gangsta *****t | |
What you live huh? dat gangsta *****t | |
Dat gangsta *****t, dat gangsta *****t | |
Yeah | |
Goin out to all the real *****z | |
All the *****z that support real hip-hop | |
All my *****z on the corners | |
Dj's, no matter where the ***** you from | |
It's where's your gat, hahaha | |
Primo whattup *****? yeah | |
Don cartagena | |
Terror squadian, rock the party and, what? | |
Beotch!! |
zuo ci : Cartagena, Martin | |
Yeah, uhh, dat gangsta t | |
Uhh, yeah, dat gangsta t | |
Uhh, dat gangsta t | |
What you love huh? dat gangsta t | |
What you want huh? dat gangsta t | |
Now what we live huh? dat gangsta t | |
Yeah, uhh, uhh | |
Recognize my presence, this rap game specialized with legends | |
I drop t z try to memorize in seconds | |
You criticize me, still visualize the lessons | |
And when i wish to put aside the questions | |
Before they find out, who' s the realest | |
Who done spoke without one joke about the illest | |
t that ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappin | |
Joe the god it ain' t so hard to start clappin | |
But i lay low, create flows, for the pesos | |
Now we got extra hoes, wantin to chase shows | |
I take foes, and break em down to minerals | |
We went from street corner thugs to white collar criminals | |
Individuals, with no peace on the quest | |
The iced out, piece on my chest, from the east to the west | |
Never sleep in a sweat, keep the heat with the vest | |
Ready for the ' casian blazin gettin deep with the best | |
The police wanna test my strategy, got half of the world | |
Mad at me, but very few challenge me | |
Perhaps you will be the first to approach this, lyrical t | |
Cartagena will bring the chrome like explosives | |
Now what you love huh? dat gangsta t | |
What you want huh? dat gangsta t | |
Now what we live huh? dat gangsta t | |
Dat gangsta t, dat gangsta t | |
Yeah, uhh, uhh | |
the whole world, all i need is my dough and my girl | |
And even she can get it, everybody go to hell | |
I don' t need y' all, disrespect the don and i' ma see y' all | |
Hit you with the tech and the armor, you seesaw | |
That' s my steez, if i don' t kill you i' ma clap you these | |
Ask your peeps if i ain' t have the beast soundin japanese | |
Coughin blood, that' s what you get for talkin thug | |
Run up on your preacher with the sweeper feature coughin slugs | |
Once a thug always a thug, hallways and drug dealers | |
Fillers, killers, they wanna chill all day with us | |
They love the don, these words are more than just another song | |
If i said i slit your neck, your jugular' s gone | |
Ain' t nothin artificial, joe the god, the terror squad official | |
Got a lot of pistols with missiles, prayer lies with you | |
The t you say' ll get you sprayed with the clapper | |
Just remember joe the god is not your ordinary rapper | |
Now what we love huh? dat gangsta t | |
What you want huh? dat gangsta t | |
Now what we live huh? dat gangsta t | |
Dat gangsta t, dat gangsta t | |
Now what you love huh? dat gangsta t | |
What you want huh? kick dat gangsta t | |
What you live huh? dat gangsta t | |
Dat gangsta t, dat gangsta t | |
Yeah | |
Goin out to all the real z | |
All the z that support real hiphop | |
All my z on the corners | |
Dj' s, no matter where the you from | |
It' s where' s your gat, hahaha | |
Primo whattup ? yeah | |
Don cartagena | |
Terror squadian, rock the party and, what? | |
Beotch!! |
zuò cí : Cartagena, Martin | |
Yeah, uhh, dat gangsta t | |
Uhh, yeah, dat gangsta t | |
Uhh, dat gangsta t | |
What you love huh? dat gangsta t | |
What you want huh? dat gangsta t | |
Now what we live huh? dat gangsta t | |
Yeah, uhh, uhh | |
Recognize my presence, this rap game specialized with legends | |
I drop t z try to memorize in seconds | |
You criticize me, still visualize the lessons | |
And when i wish to put aside the questions | |
Before they find out, who' s the realest | |
Who done spoke without one joke about the illest | |
t that ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappin | |
Joe the god it ain' t so hard to start clappin | |
But i lay low, create flows, for the pesos | |
Now we got extra hoes, wantin to chase shows | |
I take foes, and break em down to minerals | |
We went from street corner thugs to white collar criminals | |
Individuals, with no peace on the quest | |
The iced out, piece on my chest, from the east to the west | |
Never sleep in a sweat, keep the heat with the vest | |
Ready for the ' casian blazin gettin deep with the best | |
The police wanna test my strategy, got half of the world | |
Mad at me, but very few challenge me | |
Perhaps you will be the first to approach this, lyrical t | |
Cartagena will bring the chrome like explosives | |
Now what you love huh? dat gangsta t | |
What you want huh? dat gangsta t | |
Now what we live huh? dat gangsta t | |
Dat gangsta t, dat gangsta t | |
Yeah, uhh, uhh | |
the whole world, all i need is my dough and my girl | |
And even she can get it, everybody go to hell | |
I don' t need y' all, disrespect the don and i' ma see y' all | |
Hit you with the tech and the armor, you seesaw | |
That' s my steez, if i don' t kill you i' ma clap you these | |
Ask your peeps if i ain' t have the beast soundin japanese | |
Coughin blood, that' s what you get for talkin thug | |
Run up on your preacher with the sweeper feature coughin slugs | |
Once a thug always a thug, hallways and drug dealers | |
Fillers, killers, they wanna chill all day with us | |
They love the don, these words are more than just another song | |
If i said i slit your neck, your jugular' s gone | |
Ain' t nothin artificial, joe the god, the terror squad official | |
Got a lot of pistols with missiles, prayer lies with you | |
The t you say' ll get you sprayed with the clapper | |
Just remember joe the god is not your ordinary rapper | |
Now what we love huh? dat gangsta t | |
What you want huh? dat gangsta t | |
Now what we live huh? dat gangsta t | |
Dat gangsta t, dat gangsta t | |
Now what you love huh? dat gangsta t | |
What you want huh? kick dat gangsta t | |
What you live huh? dat gangsta t | |
Dat gangsta t, dat gangsta t | |
Yeah | |
Goin out to all the real z | |
All the z that support real hiphop | |
All my z on the corners | |
Dj' s, no matter where the you from | |
It' s where' s your gat, hahaha | |
Primo whattup ? yeah | |
Don cartagena | |
Terror squadian, rock the party and, what? | |
Beotch!! |