a fine, fine line Such a fine, fine line Gangster of love Gangster of love Gangster of love Gangster of love Gangster of love Gangster of love Gangster of love
Traduzione: Talking Heads. Gangster Of Love.
prescription, or baby jar See me chopping up the blocks, in a foreign car Me and my gang afilliates, we roll candy red And that's for Fat Pat, bitch now turn your head
[Taydatay] Stack chips like Don Trump Comin' wit the slump So original head bustas Makin' moves from the junk Mashin' niggas [???] We stay loaded, fully
give me some head while I'm in the studio, try to make that bread not a contriet dude, or of with ya head yo, 1st Infantry and fed we gonna give you
leave, my head's my home And if possible, always take my gat where I roam These slugs'll take the bass outta niggaz voice quick But, once we gangsta,
Prodigy] Gangsta, yeah nigga you know (you know) Yeah.. that's right yeah this for all my Mobb niggas right here You know(gangsta shit! nigga gangsta
number I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers
responds] I love Tupac's new record *static* [Dominique] Right, but don't you feel like that creates *static* a tension between East and West? *static* He's talking
Death Row My niggaz love that shit Dramacydal in this motherfucker, heheheh Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggaz Fatal and Felony C-Bo, the bald head
my troubled soul Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow? And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love to the thugs
number I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by
claimin you juss a playa but the fakas I sock surround yo weave head fuckin wit the weave head get left wit p head I bet ya violent click talkin all
that gangsta, get a gat hit a head in a hat call that a riddle rap shit, f**k the chitter chat I'm the baker, i bake the bread the barber, i cut ya head
got love for thugs niggaz firing slugs Stage rapping ass niggaz ain't sold no drugs Gotta show me some love cause my sins are bluffed [Chorus] x 2 You ain't no gangsta
me Like me duke, you not like me [Verse] Moma said.. Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan So at night when I talk him, I got my gun
jokes on lap tops (uh huh) Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spots We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds Or gangsta shit, my Rugers
