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Ice-t - G Style Şarkı Sözleri
yeah! right about now motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me ice-t to bust some freestyle shit... but i don´t do that i just cold lounge up here at the ammo dump with my nigga alladdin, slj, lp and my nigga henry g yeah, we do the shit like this verse one: the card after the ace is deuce so cut the nigga loose on the 3 that´s me the motherfuckin t i got ride on my surfboard rhyme hard but only buy the shit that i can´t afford that´s everything that´s why i truck big fat rings cause in the motherland gold is for kings i got backup to jack up punks who try to act up do a world tour watch the big bank stack up motherfuckers get dropped with the quickness i got an ill left and a right fist make mistakes and you´ll lose or you might die cause i´m the wrong ice for your bruise and that´s no lie meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top with my niggaz mostly for squeezin triggas i call em homies pigs call em crooks so i write and put bucks on they books i give a fuck about a cop or a g-man they all talk shit their breath smellin like semen i catch em in the alley all alone put em in the prone pop! pop! pop! to the dome chorus: it´s the g-style gangsta style verse 2: g style, the gangsta talk i got a teflon.9 and it eats vest i take a motherfucker out quick just for talkin shit ride rolls catch hoes like a mitt la, atlanta, new york yo, my shit rocks chi-town, miami, detroit i get much props because i roll with the hardcore g every street´s the same street to me i don´t bullshit i don´t quit writin a rhyme fit kkk pray each day that i get hit motherfuckers try to flip on the icepick move and slip close the eyes and catch a fuckin clip not in the ghetto no more but i do hang got a black game and it´s sittin on them thangs i kick the game from the street not the slamma tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer chorus verse three: some of the times i write my raps with extreme speed some of the times i take the pen and make pads bleed my mind clicks to homocide bullets fly ladies cry a lot of people die some nights i can´t right stare at the blue lines i think i´m a go blind then the beat becomes me sit in the dark and write a whole fuckin lp g style, the gangsta talk never near soft hard as a knockout bout it´s no sellout i keep crime in my rhyme cause it´s my thing packed with guns and drugs and lots of street slang a-b-c-d-e-f, and lapd words from a motherfuckin og ammo dump pumps the sounds that you bump in your trunk so turn it up punk what´cha fraid of? what´cha made of? pull the pin set the grenade off blastin sounds out ya jeep on every city street, nigga straight gangsta beat chorus verse four: many like to dress the style, and act hardcore many motherfuckers are and they crack jaws i like to lay in the cut in a nightclub don´t smoke bud drink suds but i gets loved, mack, cool i scope the freak with the mad backs hit her with the gangsta style cool, relaxed, bam put her in the benz bump too $hort, let her know right off the top, what´s my sport you think long you think wrong you got it goin on, baby doll? but i won´t sing you no love song you either love me or you don´t you´re either rollin tonight or you won´t she likes the style cause it don´t bullshit around tounge in my ear, real slow and then it went down i gotta flip into a ill mode pack a clip full of hype tracks and then unload music for the hardcore beatdown no weak pop shit strictly underground and if you don´t like the style, as i get wreck ease back nigga, catch a knife through the neck chorus |
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