[ Verse One ] I'm too gangsta for the streets, watch me when I creep I put five in ya, jeep - leave a nigga sleep Now you six feet deep over bullshit
[ Verse One ] I'm too gangsta for the streets, watch me when I creep I put five in ya, G - leave a nigga sleep Now you six feet deep over bullshit Got
Übersetzung: The Game. Kokain.
: [ Verse One ] I'm too gangsta for the streets, watch me when I creep I put five in ya, G - leave a nigga sleep Now you six feet deep over bullshit
wodie? You doin' that 'cause we bound? You doin' that 'cause for this lil' town I'm not around? Don't get the game twisted - girl, better not try your
nigga You Preme's son nigga Mothafucka's been gettin' extorted since day one Its all kinda bitch in ya, chinese, spanish, black, white I got X Method slabs and cocaine
stop this shit Pussy Nigga blow clit nan bitch take O off the block I aint outta pocket I'm just watchin the block She dont fall back, that cocaine
are gone We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange Lost all my homies over cocaine
all the fiends, at times I wanna cry And still, we try to change the past, in vain Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed of cocaine, the product
one you wanna try, why, stayin high i hit the blunt an watch these motherfuckers die whose runnin the streets i sell that cocaine cause in the the dope game
let it buck, I shoot this shit up out your game! Find out who you fuckin' with cause I ain' for the sucker shit Cut you like the cocaine, nigga stay in
way I kick it they addicted to ya boy I'm ecstasy I'm the ultimate trip I have ya in the mornin like a dope fiend sick Now feel the rush I'm like pure cocaine
'll put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil Dressed in all black, lookin' for souls to steal [Chorus] - 2X Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
: [Chorus:] Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though Cocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough Cops coming, we runnin', we out
you know I tear a nigga up [Chorus] They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy Fuck that~! I lay my murder game down Push me nigga
