paroles de chanson Gangstafied (Explicit) (Feat. Master P & Mo B. Dick) - Kane & Abel feat. Master P & Mo B. Dick

You're gangstafied
Yes you are, yes you are, yes you are
You're gangstafied
This is for the real true gangstas
You're gangstafied
Yes you are with me
You're gangstafied

Wasn't never no "Mama, I wanna sing"
It was "Mama, I wanna slang"
So I could show off my gold chain, gold ring
Gold through the hood in them gold thangs
Now it's World War 3 in them streets
And you'll never have enough police
Picture I relax, relate, release
Like that giant, some of my soldiers rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Loadin' up that TEC quick, runnin' through your clique
Like bustin' on a death wish
Spinnin' your head like the Exorcist
That's a death kiss
Vicious, foamin' at the mouth like rabies
And no, 'cause in my hood we was doin' bad like crack babies
Scandalous, like Robin Givens
And we're dangerous
Dead, that's how we livin'
Sheisty, like gankin' an offerin' up out the church
Puttin' in work
Spittin' game on your boo like Wham Wham
When that Hennessy got me hurt
I'm true, takin' everything you got
With the infrared dot on your knot
Down South hustlers got it on lock
With that J-L-O-C on cock
Gangstafied
Five strong like formaldehyde
Tight like ten gangs in the pen
P.A. tats on wrist, clip full to the tip
You'll be gone with the wind, playa

You're gangstafied
Yes you are, yes you are, yes you are
You're gangstafied
This is for the real true gangstas
You're gangstafied
Yes you are with me
You're gangstafied

Time to chop some game with the ballers
It ain't about slangin' keys
Flippin' half ounces or quarters
And when the task hit, that's the time to throw your rocks
My little partner got 25 years for two rocks
My block be crazy, my homie pushin' daisies
Never had a chance to see his unborn baby
Ain't that sad, black?
Rollin' in the Cadillac
Four fifteen woofers bumpin' behind him
Hittin' him in the back, dead
Who gives a damn?
'Cause when you gone, ain't no comin' back
To my homie that dead and gone, tombstone
Livin' me a thug like Pac
'Cause I done got the world hooked on ice cream
I mean these gangsta rocks
I'm slangin' in these tapes we bangin'
Steady hangin' on the block
Keep my product in my socks, ready to rock
Open up shop 'cause it's all good
Mr. Ice Cream Man, call me Mr. Rogers
Of the neighborhood, I'm 'bout it, rowdy
Gangstafied

You're gangstafied
Yes you are, yes you are, yes you are
You're gangstafied
This is for the real true gangstas
You're gangstafied
Yes you are with me
You're gangstafied

It wasn't never no "Mama, I wanna sing"
Down here it's "Mama, I wanna gangbang"
Wearin' that red or blue star line
Totin' on 9, even throwin' up signs
No peace, got nothin' to live for
Deceased by the hands of that .44
Clack clack, pull the hammer back
After that, live fast and watch them die
You know, all I really wanna say is that
They don't care about soldiers
Fallin' asleep behind the wheel in a Range Rover
Can't remember last time I was sober
Whoop whoop, that's the po-po
Gotta watch those, they got some nerve
Talkin' 'bout they 'posed to protect and serve
Just my money and my herb
Every player that's on my team
Got a laser beam, knock your head off, steal your dream
Got burned, you sure? Pay the price, it ain't nothin' nice
Servin' fiends ain't what it seems
In the South about big money, big guns
And those big booties
Well, I'll be the soldier you lookin' at
Judgin' me, blessin' me
While you doin' your jury duty
I put my hand on that book, swore, and still lie
Why? 'Cause No Limit soldiers survive
Gangstafied
So, so, so gangstafied

You're gangstafied
Yes you are, yes you are, yes you are
You're gangstafied
This is for the real true gangstas
You're gangstafied
Yes you are with me
You're gangstafied