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Dat Gangsta Shit

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  • 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!!
  • 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!!