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Текст песни:

[Intro: Ca]
Shady Records own, bogus boy
Ca, it′s Ca nigga, ah-ha ha
I′m here, right back on y′all, nigga
Blocc Boyz, what the bid′ness is, nigga
Seven-fo′, let′s go!

[Ca]
In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy
I′m tryna get with the bid′ness so where the bitches be
When I flick the Vogues, I′ma get the hoes
In a seven-fo′ Lincoln black, two do′s
Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca
If a nigga look wrong you gon′ let him have it
Say, what′s your name? What kind of set you claim?
I′m seven-fo′ now; tell me, do you bang?
We ain′t ask about your mayne, cause he ain′t here with us
And we both know that we about to fuck
You see my limo tint, but they can′t see you bitch
Go and pull out my dick, and put your mouth on it
If you don′t do it now, you′ll never get the chance
If you ain′t puttin out bitch, make other plans
I still keep my money in a rubber band
with the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand

[Chorus 2X: Ca]
You see them niggaz runnin, you see my spinnin drum and
You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta
Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds
And e′ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta

[Ca]
Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin ′caine
And a sip of purp′, I′m hurtin on my drank
I′ve been doin work, you know about my gang
You want me you can find me wherever that you hang
I got a bigger dick, plus I′m fly as shit
You′ve seen me with your bitch, cause I got benefits
I′m a militant, AWOL lyricist
Your face menstruates when I clap-clap, period
I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack nigga
Shady Records in your mouth, take that nigga
Em I never leave, forever got your back
And e′ry soldier in my squad feel like that
Gangsta disciple, you motherfuckers know
You should′ve killed me, a long time ago
I′m a regular ev-ery day psycho
Hat to the right on sight wherever I go

[Chorus]

[Ca]
I′ve been provin this, for a long time
And e′ry line that I write, is all mine
See me walkin a straight line in daytime
But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times
Livin life, in the California sunshine
But I′m the only star out, in the nighttime
Flagged up, knowin suckers ain′t gon′ like - I′m
makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine
Took the West over, I′m the real king
You don′t believe me, fuck you, kill me
I don′t fear none of y′all, meet a real G
Come against me, pussy nigga you will see
When you awake, and you still sleep
You dead you lil′ pussy boy, feel me
You said you was gon′ muh′fuckin kill me?
But you bled, guess you ain′t that real, G
Screech

[Chorus]

[Outro: Ca]
That nigga a gangsta nigga
You stupid ass niggaz don′t know what a spinnin drum is?
That′s a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you
Your face, your back, your chest
It don′t matter to me nigga, and that′s real
I got guns nigga, I got money nigga
I got riders, what the fuck you gon′ do to me?
I got guns nigga, I got money nigga
I got riders, what the fuck you gon′ do to me?
Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boy
Ca, King Mathers!
It′s brought to you, by the great King Mathers
I′m out, let′s go! {*echoes*}

@ Cashis

Текст песни:

Screech out, yeah
That′s what I′m talkin ′bout
Ca$his, Shady
Good lookin Em

We in the Cadillac Cartel and Snoop DeVilles
Ridin on Treys like Barksdale, I′m movin steel
Step out and see the new Car-mellos you would steal
But you ain′t runnin around here cause dude is real
You dub for fifteen minutes sayin they shoot and steal
I would tell you more, but I think, you would squeal
I′m ridin at the wheel, lean back, poppin pills
I make a lil′ side money plus I got a deal
I′m nine kids deep; see, why I gotta deal?
And serve so the government, can′t touch my skrill
Before I′m sittin in my big, house, on the hill
Dark, not in H.B., Hall go, have a meal
I am the bogus boy, that was in my uncle′s will
You figured that out, and see that I′m a G for real
And fear man is one thing that he don′t feel
Knock a nigga out, while his gun on him still

[Chorus]
′Llac (′Llac) motion (motion) drop (drop) top (top)
West (West) coast (coast) beatin down yo′ block
That′s how we do it out here, out here – folk
That′s how we do it out here, back forth - folk
Back on the ′Llac (′Llac) motion (motion) drop (drop) top (top)
West (West) coast (coast) beatin down yo′ block
That′s how we do it out here, out here – folk
That′s how we do it out here, back forth – folk
Back screech out


New Makaveli jeans, five Vicks, Blue Leaf
Tall tee, hang to my motherfuckin knees nigga
I got a gang of my partners from O.C., figure
If it′s some drama they all, ridin with me if ya
recognize a situation that you can′t win
You may feel like a marked mellow but you can live
Still you tryin to be hard, yellin out stupid shit
I just look at you laughin, say that you a bitch
I got somethin from class despite my truant seers
But I can whoop on yo′ ass homie if you in Sears
It′s better not to be brash and come with foolishness
Talkin ′bout my county ′til you see how true it is
Come to the 7-1-fo′, Glizzy could get you rich
Some of the homies got dough, the rest is militant
We got goons that′s loon tootin them wicked sticks
My whole set to end, Shady that′s what the bid′ness is

[Chorus]
′Llac (′Llac) motion (motion) drop (drop) top (top)
West (West) coast (coast) beatin down yo′ block
That′s how we do it out here, out here – folk
That′s how we do it out here, back forth - folk
Back on the ′Llac (′Llac) motion (motion) drop (drop) top (top)
West (West) coast (coast) beatin down yo′ block
That′s how we do it out here, out here – folk
That′s how we do it out here, back forth – folk
Back screech out


We switchin lanes and candy paints on 22′s
And ′83s and ′88s, in grammar schools
Different names of the ′Llac, I hear the hundred crews
Miss the exit, that′s all from gettin blunted fool
Flick the tussin, a couple buzzards is comin through
Soon as they see me say "Ca$h, I wanna fuck wit′chu"
So many niggaz is lamed out, and gullible
We make ′em lookouts in fog eyes for copper moves
I was livin the life, of sellin rocks to dudes
When I got to a block, I was unstoppable
I had to serve out the ′Llac, cause they was watchin moves
But bein poor was just, somethin I couldn′t do
I wanna roll in a six-hundred and stunt on you
Next time I see you and yours, I′ll pull a gun on you
Through every stage of my life, I been that fuckin dude
You should be glad I took, time to fuck wit′chu.

@ Cashis