X-Zibit

X-Zibit - Gangsta Gangsta songtekst

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Witness the downfall of men, 
I wanna kill you for your land, I don't mean to kill 
the reactor. 
Linking in Japan, I am here, got the gangsta for all 
your chain chains. 
March to the heart beat of the city, 
You only hear the drums when they audace and they see 
me. 
You know what time it is? Flavor with a thousand 
checks, it's like the ice ring surrounds my neck 
I never worry about the referee, the gate keepers keep 
him locked for me. 
Push all to shallow, forever, always will be 
underground X to the motherfucker Z, 
Fold it all for the money, can't team, where my 
gangstars at? 
Hit the park, build at the car scene, blowing red 
everywhere, look how strong we are. 
So there will be no war or shots, I'm about to give my 
city boiling hot and make 'em pray for real. 
And make 'em say my name, lit up more smoke than a 
power water drill 
Concentration, determination, the very thin line 
between paradise and incarceration. 

Gangsters, gangsters, 
Gangsters, stand up and rap what you're claiming. 
Police roll around, shake us down, always playing and 
I... 
Gangsters, gangsters, 
Streets made me into this man, gotta represent who I 
am. 

They say right before you day you get the irry feeling 
of peace, then walk into the light. 
My soul want me take it without a fight, 
She says she wanna spend the whole life, but she only 
got me here for one night 
Said it's time, better get it in. Call your best 
friend, I'm a call you wonder-twins. 
Stop and go like red light traffic, innovation made it 
another classic, we made it happen. 
than offence popped up. 
Another game fucked up, 'cause the lanes clocked up, 
but the content sucks. 
I wanna fill up some big red trucks, tour then through 
the whole world, motherfuckers lining up. 
'Cause these tickets won't move like crap, you're tying 
west coast around my back 
And y'all niggas saying fuck it with that. 

Gangsters, gangsters, 
Gangsters, stand up and rap what you're claiming. 
Police roll around, shake us down, always playing and 
I... 
Gangsters, gangsters, 
Streets made me into this man, gotta represent who I 
am. 

Can't even rely on your own eyes, everything fake now, 
toast to the bad guys 
That will leave a whole class swimming with the fishes, 
Part machine, part skill, part intuition. 
I cooked my first album in my father's kitchen, 
He told me how to make a living, twenty grand and half 
a chicken 
Now I'm shitting on myself and still I let him know 
That if he turn me in a turn around, it kill us both. 
This is a cold world, but I'm a polar bear, 
Destroy the earth like a silver flare, best beware of 
us. 
In God we trust, but everybody else gotta pay cash up 
front. 
Caught there, they try to tear me down, 
I'm on a level now, I speak like I mean it, the focus 
study my literature. 
Clean house, taking out the trash. I'm in the fly zone, 
where you past, gangsa? 
Gangsters, gangsters, 
Gangsters, stand up and rap what you're claiming. 
Police roll around, shake us down, always playing and 
I... 
Gangsters, gangsters, 
Streets made me into this man, gotta represent who I am

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