Представляем точный текст композиции "Thats Gangsta" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Shyne . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Thats Gangsta» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Shyne передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Shyne - "Thats Gangsta"
Lyrics to Thats Gangsta : [Shyne] Hustler, bad motherfucker Brooklyn to the rucker, Cali and back Court cases pendin, all the blood drug money spendin Ferrari engines leave your whole fuckin block tremblin Im what niggaz wanna be, a straight G Whore bitches wanna suck and fuck for free Im Alpo, before you snitch dog I switch lines and rhymes faster than I switch cars Ghetto star, name ring in every hood Heartless villain, money driven killin and bury my opposition, for a pot to piss in Knickerbock position, listen [Chorus 2X: Shyne] A hundred carats in the watch (THATS GANGSTA) Gettin skull off in the parkin lot (THATS GANGSTA) Bailin out when you locked (THATS GANGSTA) Takin over spots and blocks (THATS GANGSTA) [Shyne] I got a question; as serious as cancer Where da fuckin safe at' Somebody better answer before I start killin and fillin these double-I slugs in your mug then you spittin up blood Got dead gangstas rollin over like, "Yo this nigga cold" The way he cut his coke is murder game to his flow Rich is, my only reason for bein, shit I never had hope, until I sold dope Drug game is infectious, got me livin reckless Feds get uptight when they see my watch and necklace glow, fuck em, they cant catch me Murder and money, til they throw my ashes in the sea [Chorus] [Shyne] Mac-10s, crush rocks and drops The best respect, the feds only fuck cops Coke price raisin, task force raidin Bustin at secret agents runnin up out the Days Inn Roller, diamonds and mack-millas Fillers and loud pipes for all my killers Money hungry honies around, the killer streets and the law The opium and the raw, thats what I live for For cuttin yea, never for today Extended magazines shootouts and ricochets Play a role and catch a bullethole, pop your blood vessels Aint gonna wait before the smoke settles [Chorus] {*scratching "Serious shit"*} [Shyne] Money in brown paper bags (THATS GANGSTA) Servin fiends on the ave (THATS GANGSTA) Menage red labels (THATS GANGSTA) Honies with diamonds up in they navel (THATS GANGSTA) Showin love to your hood (THATS GANGSTA) Leavin cowards layin where they stood (THATS GANGSTA) Floodin your homeys commisary up (THATS GANGSTA) Never missin when we bust (THATS GANGSTA) Money in brown paper bags (THATS GANGSTA) Servin fiends on the ave (THATS GANGSTA) Menage red labels (THATS GANGSTA) Honies with diamonds up in they navel (THATS GANGSTA) Showin love to your hood (THATS GANGSTA) {*music fades out*} [ Thats Gangsta Lyrics ]
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