Tytuł: G's

• Wykonawca: Scarface
• Wyświetleń: 256

(And meanwhile, on the Southside of town...)
  
  [Chorus:]
  
  Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood,
  what do you see?
  (I see some muthafuckin' G's)
  Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood,
  tell me what you see?
  (Some muthafuckin' G's)
  
  [verse 1]
  Roamin' in my muthafuckin' hood and thangs
  Seems to me my mutherfuckin' hood done changed
  Cause niggas used to kick it with the rival gangs
  But now we gots to deal with them survival thangs
  .45 in my lap when I'm on the creep
  Niggas livin' shife, so I roll one deep
  Cause now they see me flippin' in the 1-9-9-4
  C.S.I. nigga, black 850
  And now they lookin' at me crazy
  But off-brand niggas can suck a dick because they can't fade me
  And if it came down to the gun, black
  I never cracked up on the pressure, cause I was trained for combat
  So get yo' muthafuckin' boys together
  I represent S.A., nigga, and we makin' noise forever
  And gettin' paid at the same time
  So you respect a muthafucka when a muthafucka claim mine
  Cause if you disrespect, you ass out
  And they we rolling through yo' shit in the glasshouse
  Actin' bad with the flashers on
  Makin' niggas get they asses on
  Cause ain't no mutherfuckin' love for fools
  Who come around this muthafucka trying to scrub, you fools
  It ain't no haps on it, hops
  We snaps on the cops
  And straps on the glocks
  And take the law into our own hands
  Cause you ain't fucking with a rookin, nigga, you fucking with a grown man
  And we gon' show you what we mean by funk
  Muthafucka, you ain't see my trunk
  I got a (SK) and a (AK)
  And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day
  So recognize a real nigga from the streets
  When you rolling through yo' mutherfuckin' hood, what do you see?
  
  [Chorus...]
  
  [verse 2]
  Hollerin at my homie at the swisher house
  Scope a 40 bag and we hit the spot
  Put my shit in park and got up under the tree
  Pull the swishers out and gave the ganja to 3
  Rapped us up a fattie and we started to smoke
  Eyes gettin' red cause we higher than coke
  A nigga chillin' cause it's all good
  And we ain't trippin' on the bullshit, nigga, because we all hood
  But other niggas don't wanna see it that way
  But all I got to say is: you don't wanna see that S.A.
  Because we're all upon a mission
  Killin don't make us no different
  And dyin don't make it no different
  Cause I done been to mo' wakes in this past year
  Than the muthafuckin Bingos lost last year
  So ain't no muthafuckin' thang for me
  To kill a nigga who ain't fuckin' with the gang with me
  
  [Chorus...]
  
  [verse 3]
  Formaldehyde smokin, niggas gettin' loc'ed and
  Ready to pull your coat and leave your stomach open
  Scoping, hoping for you to fuck up and slip
  So we can have a reason for fuckin' up your shit
  (It ain't no muthafuckin' peace when they see me)
  Cause we never had a muthafuckin' peace treaty
  So I know I got to get em with game
  And when I hit em with the game I gotta hit em with this damn thang
  Cause it's kill or be killed, never cut slack
  And if you cut slack, they bust back, fuck that
  I never give a second chance to pull the first gun
  Cause if they bust one time, that be the worst one
  And that's the one that can close the shop
  So you gotta stand and hold the glock
  Cause in my muthafuckin' hood, that's how it be
  But when you're rollin' through your muthafucking hood, what do YOU see?
  
  [Chorus...]