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  • 作词 : Carlton Ridenhour/Eric Sadler/James Henry Boxley III
    作曲 : Carlton Ridenhour/Eric Sadler/James Henry Boxley III
    Talkin dat drive by *******t
    Everybody talkin dat gangsta *******t
    Talkin dat drive by thang
    Everybody talking dat gangsta swang
    Slaves to the rhythm of the master
    Buck boom buck another
    Neighborhood disaster (Drummer hit me one)
    A gun iz a gun iz
    A muther ******* gun
    But an organized side
    Keep a sellout niga on the run
    What you gonna do to get paid
    Step on the rest of the hood
    Till the drug raid
    See you runnin like roaches
    Black gangstas need track coaches
    The white law set you up raw
    When you have his trust in killin us
    Talkin dat gattalk
    Walkin dat catwalk
    Where you tryin to go wit dat
    Dont even go dere wit dat rap
    Guns drugs an money
    All you know how
    So whatcha gonna do now?
    I'm bout ready to bounce
    Trouble on the corner of blunt ave
    An 40 ounce
    Madd uncivilized lifestyles 30 years bids for kids, now thats wild
    I'm raisin my child
    I'm steppin to da curb
    Wit a sign do not disturb
    Too much dont give a *******
    Or a damn thing
    But choose what the other man bring
    I sing a song cause
    I see wrong
    I'm not down with the fe fi fo
    Where I come from
    See, the brothers aint dumb
    Sense goes over nonsense
    When it makes no sense
    I'm throwin up da fence
    Talkin dat drive by *******t
    Everybody talkin dat gangsta *******t
    Talkin dat drive by thang
    Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang
    Talkin dat gattalk
    Walkin dat catwalk
    Were you tryin to go wit dat
    Dont even go there wit dat rap
    Guns drugs & money
    All you know how
    So whatcha gone do now? [Break]
    The only good niga iz a dead niga
    Dats what they used to say
    Cant understand why a man
    Gotta use a trigga
    On his own, suppose to act grown
    Cracka in da back
    Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother
    Couldn't shoot and shot a mother
    Four kids alone home
    Ungrown & now they on they own
    Now check yourself cool
    What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool
    Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk
  • 作词 : Carlton Ridenhour/Eric Sadler/James Henry Boxley III
    作曲 : Carlton Ridenhour/Eric Sadler/James Henry Boxley III
    Talkin dat drive by *******t
    Everybody talkin dat gangsta *******t
    Talkin dat drive by thang
    Everybody talking dat gangsta swang
    Slaves to the rhythm of the master
    Buck boom buck another
    Neighborhood disaster (Drummer hit me one)
    A gun iz a gun iz
    A muther ******* gun
    But an organized side
    Keep a sellout niga on the run
    What you gonna do to get paid
    Step on the rest of the hood
    Till the drug raid
    See you runnin like roaches
    Black gangstas need track coaches
    The white law set you up raw
    When you have his trust in killin us
    Talkin dat gattalk
    Walkin dat catwalk
    Where you tryin to go wit dat
    Dont even go dere wit dat rap
    Guns drugs an money
    All you know how
    So whatcha gonna do now?
    I'm bout ready to bounce
    Trouble on the corner of blunt ave
    An 40 ounce
    Madd uncivilized lifestyles 30 years bids for kids, now thats wild
    I'm raisin my child
    I'm steppin to da curb
    Wit a sign do not disturb
    Too much dont give a *******
    Or a damn thing
    But choose what the other man bring
    I sing a song cause
    I see wrong
    I'm not down with the fe fi fo
    Where I come from
    See, the brothers aint dumb
    Sense goes over nonsense
    When it makes no sense
    I'm throwin up da fence
    Talkin dat drive by *******t
    Everybody talkin dat gangsta *******t
    Talkin dat drive by thang
    Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang
    Talkin dat gattalk
    Walkin dat catwalk
    Were you tryin to go wit dat
    Dont even go there wit dat rap
    Guns drugs & money
    All you know how
    So whatcha gone do now? [Break]
    The only good niga iz a dead niga
    Dats what they used to say
    Cant understand why a man
    Gotta use a trigga
    On his own, suppose to act grown
    Cracka in da back
    Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother
    Couldn't shoot and shot a mother
    Four kids alone home
    Ungrown & now they on they own
    Now check yourself cool
    What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool
    Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk