MC Eiht

MC Eiht - Nuthin' But The Gangsta songtekst

Je score:
Intro: MC Eiht
 Geyeah  we in the motherfuckin house
 Eiht Hype in the motherfuckin house  geyeah
 1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house
 My Niggaz on the Run in the motherfuckin house
 Lil Hawk and Burn in the motherfuckin house  geyeah
 And ain't no love in the nine fo' hoe

 Verse One: MC Eiht

 It makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog
 Let them hood rat bitches know the true meaning of a dog
 Makes me want to be a nigga, for hire
 Let five-oh feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah
 Hold my nuts and make my cash
 Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh
 Walkin with a strap and a bad ass rap
 You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh
 And bitches can't hang with the pack
 Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back
 Niggaz got beef cuz Eiht Hype's a mack
 And since the age of thirteen, I've been packin
 Fool I slang a gang of twenty bags
 Thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag
 Always on the lookout for the, helicopter
 Blast from the AK fill the fuckin copper
 It's do or die, motherfuckers die
 Niggaz from the Compton streets so don't even try, nigga
 You get slugs from the stub for offendin me
 Nuthin but the gangsta in me

 Chorus:

 Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3X)
 Spice 1 come down

 Verse Two: Spice 1

 I am a G, yes I'm only a G
 Walks like a G, talks like a G
 So A to the motherfuckin K
 It's your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the Bay
 Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they ass
 I'ma do the blast, then Eiht you get cash in
 Dash, the fuck out the cut
 Fifty bullets up in the nuts, nigga that's how we runnin up
 I-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-I-smile-but-a-motherfucker-peelin-his-cap
 Picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plastic
 Say killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me glock
 Piggedy pop motherfucker, watch em drop, motherfucker
 Just a G, comin up out the Bay with a AK
 Put it in your face to split your wig nigga, zag to zig nigga
 Disrespect me I'ma bank ya
 Cuz I'm nuthin but a motherfuckin East Bay Gangsta

 Chorus:

 Nuthin but the gangsta (3x)
 Ha ha, come on nigga

 Verse Three: Redman

 Check it out
 Oh my God! I destroy cities like the Blob
 Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to Cape Cod
 Fuck a job, my organization runs like the mob
 The original Joe Pex Flex, Redman bitch you better ask somebod
 Prepare to slam from here to Japan with jams
 I'm from the Jersey section and I keep it real for ninety-four and
 I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects I dissects
 But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at
 black, huh!! I snatch the Beauty from the Beast
 It's that funk deceased nigga comin thru bitch so grab your hairpeace
 I got the gangsta in me plus I'm not friendly
 to a bitch-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the Indy
 Now let me spice the track up, MC Eiht pass the bone so I can get lifted
 And a head can get blown when Bronx pass the biscuit
 I drop the funk and drop a body to show I'm serious
 The gangsta means I'm live, rappin from New Jersey, period!!

 Chorus:

 Nuthin but the gangsta (8X)

 Verse Four: MC Eiht

 Hit the weights everyday like Popeye the sailor
 Bailin with my squashed up khakis and Chuck Taylors
 Just touched down from San Quentin
 Hand me that fresh ass Pendleton, uhh!
 It's nuthin but the gang, thing
 Makes me hit the corner and slang
 Board and quarter about a hundred times
 Don't be servin no dubs and dimes
 But I do it, no hesitation
 Fuck it, I'ma violate probation
 No one gave a mad fuck about me
 Since the age of eight I roamed the halls of LB
 Pops thrown out never had a big brother
 Put on the set when I could pick the right color
 The homey put me down on a half a bird
 Turned it into key now they bomb for me
 Rollin in the Trey on fuckin gold d's
 Nuthin but the motherfuckin gangsta in me, geyeah

 Outro:

 Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeah
 Nuthin but the gangsta- come down
 And that's how it's going down
 That's how it's going down, uhh
 1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house
 Niggaz on the Run, Lil Hawk and Burn
 Nuthin but the gangsta (4x)
 Geyeah
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Reggie Noble, Robert Green, Terry Allen (2)

Componist: ?

Publisher: Sony Music Entertainment Inc

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1994

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: We Come Strapped (1994)

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