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  • Текст песни Z-Ro - Gangsta

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    Тут находится текст песни Z-Ro - Gangsta, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston
    Jae Millz, E.S.G. holla at me my nigga

    'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you a
    Gangsta
    Fighting in the club, that don't make you a gangsta
    You say you been to jail, that don't make you a gangsta
    Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
    Cause you dropped out of school, that don't make you a
    Gangsta
    O.G.'ing tattoos, that don't make you a gangsta
    These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
    Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan

    Now these cats get on T.V., like they animals homes
    Throw on a white T, four or five bandanas on
    Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
    But you check they background, they never shot nobody
    They claim they from the trap, like T.I. or Jeezy
    Claim to be a O.G., like Snoop Dogg or Eazy
    Knowing you went to Cali, won't say no names
    Had a pretty red fitted hat, he thought it was Game
    Drove up the wrong street, looking for Mary Jane
    Got popped close range, I guess he thought it was a
    Game
    Most gangstas in the Pen, the judge won't spare ya
    Like Malcolm X, Mandela, Shae Gavera
    Yeah my squad like Terror, aka a terror squad
    Catch me sipping Remy Ma, in the back prison yard
    Yep I had a murder charge, spent half my life on
    Probation
    I ain't saying do the same, homie get your education
    Better keep your credit straight, and your mind on your
    Mail
    Live your life like mine, you might end up in jail yeah

    'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you a
    Gangsta
    Fighting in the club, that don't make you a gangsta
    You say you been to jail, that don't make you a gangsta
    Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
    Cause you dropped out of school, that don't make you a
    Gangsta
    O.G.'ing tattoos, that don't make you a gangsta
    These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
    Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan

    Pac and B.I.G., no we ain't forgot them
    Cops ain't arrested, no one who shot them
    Mo' money mo' problems, suppose to get better
    Feel for Afeni, like I feel for Violetta

    Ay yo they call me Jae Millz, Tru Lenox and Banger
    These niggaz talking crazy, but I know they ain't
    Gangstas
    Not even, but you lames won't be satisfied
    Till you not breathing, something a box sleeping
    Yeah where I'm from, they shooting out all weekend
    It's Uptown nigga, lay your ass down nigga
    Across the 'Stead, shooting them canons and spit crazy
    Try to play me and I'm taking thirty shots, like I'm a
    Great
    I'm from the Apple, but I'm heavy from the H
    To the H, that's Harlem to Houston more probs no
    Solution
    So what, you just came home off a bid
    I heard you snitched it's worse, now you gotta switch
    That ain't gangsta

    'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you a
    Gangsta
    Fighting in the club, that don't make you a gangsta
    You say you been to jail, that don't make you a gangsta
    Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
    Cause you dropped out of school, that don't make you a
    Gangsta
    O.G.'ing tattoos, that don't make you a gangsta
    These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
    Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan

    For nearly three summers, I was known by a number
    That's why I'm banging like Jennis, when I'm riding in
    My Hummer
    Will I live another year, the streets keep asking me
    Will I wind up locked down, like Pimp C or Cassidy
    Trying to avoid a tragedy, and stack this money
    Is the industry ready, for a down South Tsunami
    The new heir to the throne, the new Screw music king
    Boys call me Bob Johnson, I control the team
    Like I'm Pretty Boy Floyd, I control the ring
    Two time convicted felon, use to control the fiends
    I refuse to let a label, control my dream
    Refuse to talk about just, cars and bling-bling
    Y'all repeating the same thing, we can't have that
    How many people you cats, plan to kill in your raps
    Cause the ice and Maybach, your label rented that
    When the video is over, you gotta give it back
    Said the ice and Maybach, your label rented that
    When the video is over, you gotta give it back g'eah

    'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you a
    Gangsta
    Fighting in the club, that don't make you a gangsta
    You say you been to jail, that don't make you a gangsta
    Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
    Cause you dropped out of school, that don't make you a
    Gangsta
    O.G.'ing tattoos, that don't make you a gangsta
    These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
    Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan

    Сказал, что лед и майбах, ваш лейбл арендовал это
    Когда видео закончится, вы должны вернуть его, G'eah

    Потому что вы говорите, что продали наркотики, которые не делают вас
    Гангста
    Сражение в клубе, это не делает вас гангста
    Вы говорите, что были в тюрьме, это не делает вас гангста
    Лучше послушать меня, чувак, это его маркетинговый план
    Потому что вы бросили школу, это не делает вас
    Гангста
    O.G.Iing татуировки, которые не делают вас гангста
    Эти мальчики вас одурачили, нет, они не гангсты
    Лучше послушать меня, чувак, это его маркетинговый план

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