Представляем точный текст композиции "Gs Game" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста South Central Cartel . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Gs Game» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую South Central Cartel передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
South Central Cartel - "Gs Game"
Lyrics to Gs Game : [PRODEJE:] Playin like a gangsta, you wanna be a G I told you gangstas boogie, did you listen to the P' I tell you how its on if you recognize the real You aint the only brother out there fiendin for the kill Playin like a gangsta, you niggas better see I represent my Loc and you represent yo G Cause players only prosper as you suckers bite the dust And wonder why they died from the millimeter bust Now you can be my Cuz, homie, I can be yo Blood But if you true to self, G, I got to show you love They wonder if its Crip but does it matter where I G' Im sick of doin shows for niggas lookin mad at me I represent the small percent of real niggas Never claim the hood even though I pull triggers Now get directly at me, Im not trippin on the fame Im talkin to my niggas playin in this Gs game [Chorus:] You playin in the Gs game And homie, its hard to maintain If you slip in the hood its never all good Cause you can get smoked in the hood You playin in the Gs game And homie, its hard to maintain If I can be your Loc, then you can be my G Its all to the G [HAVIKK THE RHYME SON:] Now recognize, open yo eyes as I hit the switch dippin Sippin on that St. in the cut reminiscin Cause deep in this game the mentality is devilish You wanna be a G, but you aint even ready yet Went to high school, dropped out, you couldnt handle it Hangin with them brothers had to knew was straight scandalous Got it in yo mind that you gots to pack the .44 Quarter on the hood, to stack a end you slang lleyo On the run daily, now youre livin foul Moms cryin nightly, so she throwin in the towel I used to be a G-sta of em all, but bullets dont have bites So it made a brother realize I can be a G rockin shows Clockin, stackin ends, droppin tracks in studio Yeah, but jealousy plays the part cause these fools wanna maddog, loc When Im dippin on em hundred spokes [Chorus...] [PRODEJE:] Now back up in the days They used to settle beef just from the shoulder But now they want the funk and I can smell the fuckin odor Its mandatory, brothas gots to pick a strap up The gangstas move in town to built the ghetto back up And all the bustas sweatin Prodeje because Im clockin I used to buck a fool, say "fuck a fool", but now Im rockin The other dialect to put my G into perspective And all thats bound to scare should come to get their ass collected [HAVIKK THE RHYME SON:] And now you on the run, you caught a case You wanna get your stripes, so you shot a Baby Loc in his face Now face the fact retaliation, is a must, G And if you slip, yo enemies are gonna bust, G And if you make it home, youre lucky Cause ghetto warfare is leavin niggas minds twisted like Chuckie Rhyme Son say its crucial, black Gz need to wake up then And recognize the fuckin games that you play with me [Chorus...] [ Gs Game Lyrics ]
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