Песня: That Nigga A Gangsta [Intro: Ca] Shady Records own, bogus boy Ca, it's Ca nigga, ah-ha ha I'm here, right back on y'all, nigga Blocc Boyz, what the bid'ness is, nigga Seven-fo', let's go!
[Ca] In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy I'm tryna get with the bid'ness so where the bitches be When I flick the Vogues, I'ma get the hoes In a seven-fo' Lincoln black, two do's Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca If a nigga look wrong you gon' let him have it Say, what's your name? What kind of set you claim? I'm seven-fo' now; tell me, do you bang? We ain't ask about your mayne, cause he ain't here with us And we both know that we about to fuck You see my limo tint, but they can't see you bitch Go and pull out my dick, and put your mouth on it If you don't do it now, you'll never get the chance If you ain't puttin out bitch, make other plans I still keep my money in a rubber band with the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand
[Chorus 2X: Ca] You see them niggaz runnin, you see my spinnin drum and You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds And e'ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta
[Ca] Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin 'caine And a sip of purp', I'm hurtin on my drank I've been doin work, you know about my gang You want me you can find me wherever that you hang I got a bigger dick, plus I'm fly as shit You've seen me with your bitch, cause I got benefits I'm a militant, AWOL lyricist Your face menstruates when I clap-clap, period I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack nigga Shady Records in your mouth, take that nigga Em I never leave, forever got your back And e'ry soldier in my squad feel like that Gangsta disciple, you motherfuckers know You should've killed me, a long time ago I'm a regular ev-ery day psycho Hat to the right on sight wherever I go
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[Ca] I've been provin this, for a long time And e'ry line that I write, is all mine See me walkin a straight line in daytime But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times Livin life, in the California sunshine But I'm the only star out, in the nighttime Flagged up, knowin suckers ain't gon' like - I'm makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine Took the West over, I'm the real king You don't believe me, fuck you, kill me I don't fear none of y'all, meet a real G Come against me, pussy nigga you will see When you awake, and you still sleep You dead you lil' pussy boy, feel me You said you was gon' muh'fuckin kill me? But you bled, guess you ain't that real, G Screech
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[Outro: Ca] That nigga a gangsta nigga You stupid ass niggaz don't know what a spinnin drum is? That's a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you Your face, your back, your chest It don't matter to me nigga, and that's real I got guns nigga, I got money nigga I got riders, what the fuck you gon' do to me? I got guns nigga, I got money nigga I got riders, what the fuck you gon' do to me? Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boy Ca, King Mathers! It's brought to you, by the great King Mathers I'm out, let's go! {*echoes*}
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