Текст песни Gutter Boyz - Game

We gangster daddy

(Yuh!)
I'm sippin' on that 'notiq, the color of Hulk man
And the blueberry smoke got a nigga twerkin'
You niggas is perkin' so you doin it big?
You roll deep but when I see you, it's just you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep like a Mercer teller
Haters trip when they see the whip dippin' by
The paint on it change like the I-95

I'm just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint
Heat for you niggas and the po' for the mamis
Sean Gotti, I'm puttin' an end to camraderie
I'm lettin off heat, 'til them eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out like refreshin' club serum
I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin' your cake

We gangsters nigga, you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the fuckin' broads we with
We gangsters nigga, we'll come through your hood
A hundred deep and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga, we got guns for the beef
And my niggas'll put you under the street
We gangsters nigga, so you better watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whole Glock in your face

Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch lines on the ground
Just burner shells, and police siren sounds
Niggas know who I am in the town, it ain't a circus
But it might as well be, 'cause you know I'ma clown
I'm a terrain boss, I know most niggas envious dawg
And if a nigga owe me change, you better give me it dawg
If you feelin' like you wanna leap, make like a frog
You niggas lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's plane

I'm a stunna in this game, a federal figure
Blowin doj' in the hummer, 50K on my fingers
I'm like a NASCAR winner poppin' Mo' and Bill
D-Squad don't give a fuck about nobody else
I pull a down to contain your whole, clique for hours
The end result will probably be, pinewood and flowers
So I'll advise you deduct your QP's and powder
We gangsters and we jacking cowards (yup!)

We gangsters nigga, you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the fuckin' broads we with
We gangsters nigga, we'll come through your hood
A hundred deep and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga, we got guns for the beef
And my niggas'll put you under the street
We gangsters nigga, so you better watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whole Glock in your face

S.T. nigga D-Squad, G.G.D
Don't get it twisted motherfucker, yeah, we do creep
We ride out thug, shit we don't die
We lay low like mechanics tryin' to fix up rides
A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, when I anger it's on
Poodles gon' be up missin or dead
I chop haters up, like an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, like Stallone in Rambo

I'm like piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggas
You afros? Then I guess I got to comb you niggas
So break bread, when you see me dawg hit the flo'
I'm like a nigga off the X, unpredictable
Imitators always hollerin' how gangsta they is
But got about as much courage as the Lion in The Wiz
Shit I'm into pullin' shanks on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner hold it down man, we go way back

We gangsters nigga, you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the fuckin' broads we with
We gangsters nigga, we'll come through your hood
A hundred deep and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga, we got guns for the beef
And my niggas'll put you under the street
We gangsters nigga, so you better watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whole Glock in your face