Представляем точный текст композиции "Gangsta Music" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Diplomats (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Gangsta Music» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Diplomats (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Diplomats (The) - "Gangsta Music"
Lyrics to Gangsta Music : [Juelz Santana] Oh, come on, fuck with your boy Its Santana, Heatmakers, where we at' Let me see you through this Killa, Jones, Freakay Yeah man, Im back at it Todays a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase Go uptown to Harlem, tell em that I sent ya Tell em its August, Im "Gon Til November" I need a couple birds, get a broad, have em sent up Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please) Call my niggaz, call my squad, have em sent up (Please) I see a town Im likin See some niggas getting money in a town I like it I run up on them with the pound and light it Like its my block now, all right kid' He understood me quite clear Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear And I got back to my business, back to my bitches Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision Pop, I let that white stuff sit in Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin Yeah Im sorry but this is how Im livin And this is how Im getting, fuck how I get it Hey! [Chorus: Juelz Santana] I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles Listening to gangsta music I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin the channels Watching how the gangstas do it I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles Watching Shaft, clocking math [Juelz Santana] Now I see death around the corner Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die' Nope, its the city where the skinny niggas ride .45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah Lick a shot for Big Pop and Pac, yeah One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc Yeah, yeah, its my year So, okay, okay, okay, yall cant fuck with me, no way Jose or Hector Camacho Tech blows and watch yo chest close and tacos Motherfucker Im the best, I told yall before I should yall before, ey! [Chorus: Juelz Santana] I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles Listening to gangsta music I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin the channels Watching how the gangstas do it I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles Watching Shaft, clocking math [CamRon] Im on the westside of Chicago, lookin for a bust down And make me put my two arms up, Touchdown! You stay in touch now, but when I tough down Im like Buckshot shorty, you better "Duck Down" Yeah I must clown, Im from Harlem, Uptown Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now' Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband That shits disgusting Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin This on my wrist is nothing To me its just yellow hearts and pink diamonds Where I get the money for this' Dont think rhymin You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to [Chorus: Juelz Santana] I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles Listening to gangsta music I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin the channels Watching how the gangstas do it I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles Watching Shaft, clocking math [ Gangsta Music Lyrics ]
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