(feat. Mussilini) [talking:] Gangstas G's, (gangstas) This for my gangstas, my gangstas For my gangstas, my G's This for my gangstas [Z-Ro:] Hell naw
Traduzione: Z-Ro. For My Gangsta di.
(feat. Z-Ro) Southside, yeah, it's going down Bout to turn it out, H-A dub K Z-Ro The Crooked, it's going down [Chorus] Man hold up it's going down
and Big E Hill and Country, Z-Ro and Big T My nigga Sean P, and my dog Tim G The whole S.U.C., is my family And both of them, K-Y-L-E R-A-B-B, M-A-R-V
Too focused for fuck boys to fuck off my mission Too smart not to listen when g's pull my coat Bout them white folks that's listenin and watchin' my boat
[Intro] Calling all cars, calling all cars Be on the lookout for that nigga Daz He's known for 187's and known for 211's And he's also knowns to uh....
(feat. Z-Ro) [Z-Ro] When it get gangsta.. When it get gangsta, yeah When it get gangsta - will these motherfuckers ride or die When it get gangsta,
I do working jelly Always on my P's and Q's, watching out for the federalies Mash for my funds, Dougie D gotta try to get done If it's hell or the highway
hatas can stop this [Hook x2] [Z-Ro] Jealous ass niggas started hating my song Your bitch ain't never met me, but my music puts her in the zone Z-Ro
Like a jalepeno, baby girl hot let me rub the el gato We can get away from here, to my place running to my casa del llamo Just you and me girl, we smoking
for God Receiving beatings on a daily basis, for C's and D's If it wasn't the honor roll, my father wasn't fucking with me Herm Clark to South Park, to Ridgemont 4 That's
swerve Indeed I love to smoke my weed, stimulate my M-I-N-D But these hatas always up on my meat, so I gotta stay up on my P's Put it down with my partna
't even remember his ass She down for Z-Ro and do anything I ask Cause I hit her with the mule [Chorus 2X: Devin the Dude] + (Z-Ro) Thats the reason
Riding in a car, with my homeboy Z-Ro I called her name, but she hopped in a long black Caddy Left with this rich old man, a sugar daddy Man I got's to
the fatuity A.R's, neck and lavish your life's a catastrophe Back to the factory, running manufactory Polo type, FDA's a proof satisfactory Ammunition gang mothafucka with'cha guns hide S
my damn name (when I heard the shit, I wasn't surprised) In my hood, we get it popping like champagne (You fools, bout to make my temperature rise yeah) [Z-Ro
