作曲 : Tracy Morrow/Henry Garcia/Wendall Winston Yeah, right about now ************s is layin for a ***** like me, Ice-TTo bust some freestyle **** but I don't do that I just cold lounge up here at the ammo dump With my ***** Aladdin, S LJ, LP and my ***** Henry GYeah, we do the **** like this The card after the ace is deuce So cut the ***** loose on the 3 That's me, the **********in', TI got ride on my surfboard, rhyme hard But only buy the **** that I can't afford That's everything, that's why I truck big fat rings' Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup to jack up, punks who try to act up Do a world tour, watch the big bank stack up ************s get dropped with the quickness I got an ill left and a right fist make mistakes And you'll lose or you might die 'cause I'm the wrong Ice for your bruise and that's no lie Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top With my *****z, mostly for squeezin' triggas I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks So I write and put bucks on they books I give a **** about a cop or a G manThey all talk ****, their breath smellin' like ***** I catch 'em in the alley all alone Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the dome It's the G-style Gangsta style G style, the gangsta talk, I got a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a ************ out quick Just for talkin' ****, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my **** rocks Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much props Because I roll with the hardcore GEvery street's the same street to me I don't bull****, I don't quit writin' a rhyme fit K K K pray each day that I get hit************s try to flip on the IcepickMove and slip, close the eyes and catch a ****in' clip Not in the ghetto no more but I do hangGot a black game and it's sittin' on them thangs I kick the game from the street not the slamma Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer It's the G-style Gangsta style Some of the times, I write my raps with extreme speed Some of the times, I take the pen and make pads bleed My mind clicks to homicide, bullets fly, ladies cry A lot of people die, some nights I can't right Stare at the blue lines, I think, I'm a go blind Then the beat becomes me sit in the dark And write a whole ****in' LP, G Style, the gangsta talk Never near soft, hard as a knockout 'bout It's no sellout, I keep crime in my rhyme' Cause it's my thing, packed with guns and drugs And lots of street slang, A B C D E F and LAPD Words from a **********in' OG, ammo dump Pumps the sounds that you bump in your trunk So turn it up punk, what'cha 'fraid of? What'cha made of? Pull the pin, set the grenade off, blastin' sounds out ya jeep On every city street, *****, straight gangsta beat It's the G-style Gangsta style Many like to dress the style and act hardcore Many ************s are and they crack jaws I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't smoke bud Drink suds but I gets loved, mack, cool I scope the freak with the mad backs Hit her with the gangsta style, cool, relaxed, bam Put her in the Benz, bump, Too Short, let her know Right off the top, what's my sport, you think long You think wrong, you got it goin' on, baby doll But I won't sing you no love song, you either love me Or you don't, you're either rollin' tonight or you won't She likes the style, 'cause it don't bull**** around Tongue in my ear, real slow and then it went down I gotta flip into a ill mode, pack a clip full of hype tracks And then unload music for the hardcore beat down No weak pop ****, strictly underground And if you don't like the style as I get wreck Ease back *****, catch a knife through the neck It's the G-style Gangsta style
作曲 : Tracy Morrow/Henry Garcia/Wendall Winston Yeah, right about now ************s is layin for a ***** like me, Ice-TTo bust some freestyle **** but I don't do that I just cold lounge up here at the ammo dump With my ***** Aladdin, S LJ, LP and my ***** Henry GYeah, we do the **** like this The card after the ace is deuce So cut the ***** loose on the 3 That's me, the **********in', TI got ride on my surfboard, rhyme hard But only buy the **** that I can't afford That's everything, that's why I truck big fat rings' Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup to jack up, punks who try to act up Do a world tour, watch the big bank stack up ************s get dropped with the quickness I got an ill left and a right fist make mistakes And you'll lose or you might die 'cause I'm the wrong Ice for your bruise and that's no lie Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top With my *****z, mostly for squeezin' triggas I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks So I write and put bucks on they books I give a **** about a cop or a G manThey all talk ****, their breath smellin' like ***** I catch 'em in the alley all alone Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the dome It's the G-style Gangsta style G style, the gangsta talk, I got a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a ************ out quick Just for talkin' ****, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my **** rocks Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much props Because I roll with the hardcore GEvery street's the same street to me I don't bull****, I don't quit writin' a rhyme fit K K K pray each day that I get hit************s try to flip on the IcepickMove and slip, close the eyes and catch a ****in' clip Not in the ghetto no more but I do hangGot a black game and it's sittin' on them thangs I kick the game from the street not the slamma Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer It's the G-style Gangsta style Some of the times, I write my raps with extreme speed Some of the times, I take the pen and make pads bleed My mind clicks to homicide, bullets fly, ladies cry A lot of people die, some nights I can't right Stare at the blue lines, I think, I'm a go blind Then the beat becomes me sit in the dark And write a whole ****in' LP, G Style, the gangsta talk Never near soft, hard as a knockout 'bout It's no sellout, I keep crime in my rhyme' Cause it's my thing, packed with guns and drugs And lots of street slang, A B C D E F and LAPD Words from a **********in' OG, ammo dump Pumps the sounds that you bump in your trunk So turn it up punk, what'cha 'fraid of? What'cha made of? Pull the pin, set the grenade off, blastin' sounds out ya jeep On every city street, *****, straight gangsta beat It's the G-style Gangsta style Many like to dress the style and act hardcore Many ************s are and they crack jaws I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't smoke bud Drink suds but I gets loved, mack, cool I scope the freak with the mad backs Hit her with the gangsta style, cool, relaxed, bam Put her in the Benz, bump, Too Short, let her know Right off the top, what's my sport, you think long You think wrong, you got it goin' on, baby doll But I won't sing you no love song, you either love me Or you don't, you're either rollin' tonight or you won't She likes the style, 'cause it don't bull**** around Tongue in my ear, real slow and then it went down I gotta flip into a ill mode, pack a clip full of hype tracks And then unload music for the hardcore beat down No weak pop ****, strictly underground And if you don't like the style as I get wreck Ease back *****, catch a knife through the neck It's the G-style Gangsta style
