Представляем точный текст композиции "Gangstad Out" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста K-9 . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Gangstad Out» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую K-9 передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
K-9 - "Gangstad Out"
Lyrics to Gangstad Out : [Intro] Welcome... Detriot, Michigan Were here at the national Khu Klux Klan Rally Today were gonna welcome one of our newest members His names Eminem His clan names gon be Marshall Mathers Heh, he, ha, I like it Anyways, ugh... Now the honorable grand dragon is gonna be presidin Lookey here, boy, from now on youre gon be a nigger lover, boy Smile, youre gonna be a God-damned rap star Youre gon get off your ass, and get on your Trojan, boy And you gon sell more records than them NIGGERS ever will! You hear me' You gon get with Dr. Gay N, W... with a dick is his mouth N, W, AIDS... I dont give a shit You gon hustle your ass off, boy Cause when they kissin your ass, they kissin the Klans ass And when they suckin YO dick, they suckin Hitlers dick Just remember one thing, boy... Every God-damned dollar you make, well, thats just another dollar for the Klan [Song starts] [Intro] What'! My nigga Vic rest in peace, my nigga (rest in peace, Vic) Yeah... Much love, nigga (much love) You know theres no love, nigga (fuckin haters.. aint no love for no haters) Yeah... My niggas encarcerated (all of my niggas encarcerated, keep yo head up) Yo, yo, yo, yo, K-9... Since its your moment to shine on this motherfuckin record, why dont you show them how we keep it out West' [Chorus] Gangstad out For all my riders in the streets We gangstad out Still haulin after police Were Gangstad out You niggas know what we about We gangstad out We keep it gangstad out Gangstad out To all my niggas c-walkin We gangstad out To all my niggas b-walkin Were gangstad out You niggas know what we about We gangstad out We keep it gangstad out [Verse 1] Smoke one for me if tomorrow never happens Cause Ill probably go out blazin, in a gun fight Cause I only got one life (sup, nigga'!) And Ima do what I choose, to live it Mash, murder for cash And pray to God this aint our last Days on earth (my... nigga) Yous a bitch for what she worth, and split You see our cats represent If you a mack, lets get bent, nigga Pull out our pot on the corner For all my doggs in a coma Who died in California From Inglewood to Watts (woo! woo!) From L.A. to the Bay Pacoima and San Bernardino, Latinos and Filipinos Puerto Rican hotties, lovin them big bodies Escalate trucks... tearin the turf up at rallies where we meet up So roll the weed up (what up, nigga') Parkin lot packed, and polishin acts Q 45s, if finished, my niggas sent us to win it Like gold bend it, scrilla we spend it Cash, Yola, the game aint over Hold up, soldier [Chorus] [Verse 2] First ones to gaffle 6-4 cut, sag the khakis on creases (yeah) Brought the gangster to the rap game, and tore that shit to pieces (ugh) First to rock the ace duece, with the matches round the rim The diamond in the middle, first to pend a hood film Labeled The Menace to Society, my Boys up In the Hood Gangsta rap starts, first to fuck with Hollywood, yeah Its killa Cali, the gangsta rap capitol And rollin through my hood, boy, you better duck for the ''' True gangsta niggas... And boy, they quick to kill ya (ba!) Lay that ass out, you backin out' Yeah, I feel ya (uh-huh) We keep it hard, aint no cuts up in our brow Yeah, hes alright, but, um... He dies now (whew!) The gangsta motto... Two niggas hard to follow Choke that ass out, like your girl before she swallow Wont ever stop These niggas you love to hate, true... Gangsta riders, livin in the... gangsta state [Chorus] [Verse 3] When they pronounced that the war was over I sparked a Vega filled with Dosia Anxious to pop, thinkin of Pac Why did nobody drop' Who got it locked' In Y Cal... California took a bow Now New York turnin the game with our style L.A. confidential, thugs... Vibin over instrumentals Really aint raw, just represent on what they saw Casualties shook the industry Assasination of Biggie and Pac Khadafi and Stretch, got rappers tottin Techs, up the side Makaveli, your riders scared to ride! The realest done died Representin... Ghetto politic And the last Don, lock up the game Sew up this coast, fresh out on bail, promotin Death Row '''' your record sales, around the World without a tour Pushin Peruvian flight Cant wait to spark a flame in Blaze Blaze Magazine... for underatin Pac Pull out some Henn for Khadafi and Eazy Eternally... We thuggin in peace Fuck the peace! [Chorus x2] [Music fades out] [ Gangstad Out Lyrics ]
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