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Gangsta's Touch
作詞:Khaled Brahim, Jr., John Alfred Bynoe, (undetermined) Cocker, K. Dricie, Ramel Gill, Stephen Hillage, Jeffery Neal, Raymond Scott
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See it ain't nothin' but the gangsta's touch That make 'em wanna ride with us So come on, mami, hop on in this truck People runnin', leakin' like Angel Dust After we fuck, blaze one up
Gangsta touch That make 'em wanna ride with us So come on, mami, hop on in this truck People runnin', leakin' like Angel Dust After we fuck, blaze one up
Gangsta's get it goin' chips and steady growin While haters are steady plottin' whatever we told them and poppin' Ma, I know you love it when we rollin' Sittin' in that baby blue blow, this gangsta clean and straight From Queens and I do it for my block huggers, niggas cannot touch us Roadies gotta love us, something to bottom borrow choke the fifth
Your bones saggin', I'm tryin' to see what's happenin' Lil' mama, what's crackin'? I ain't with all the yappin' and bumpin' The gums jump in the boxer you hungry? We can go get a lobster Sugar, listen you dealin' with big sippin' Players who want to be pimps, drinkin' all that garbage
See it ain't nothin' but the gangsta's touch That make 'em wanna ride with us So come on, mami, hop on in this truck People runnin', leakin' like Angel Dust After we fuck, blaze one up
Gangsta touch That make 'em wanna ride with us So come on, mami, hop on in this truck People runnin', leakin' like Angel Dust After we fuck, blaze one up
Baby blue, navy blue, yellow canary stones She wanna have my baby she like the way I bone She wanna be my lady, no wifey's at home Black Mercedes Coupe sittin' on chrome
She whisper to her girl, ‽I wanna take Zino home†Obsessed with the fact she ain't leavin' me alone 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Okay mama, you want it, my dons gonna give it Meet Black Cadillac, don't rap it, we live it up in Mass 21
Chicks flock when we huddle My team's so fly we should own a Delta shuttle So stop actin' boosie, you talkin' too much 'Cause you fuckin' with a dawg with a gangsta touch
See it ain't nothin' but the gangsta's touch That make 'em wanna ride with us So come on, mami, hop on in this truck People runnin', leakin' like Angel Dust After we fuck, blaze one up
Gangsta touch That make 'em wanna ride with us So come on, mami, hop on in this truck People runnin', leakin' like Angel Dust After we fuck, blaze one up
See knowin' nothin' but a gangsta to pick her up And break her off baby, so I hit her up and split a Dutch Dud by nature, ma I ain't gon chase ya We make chips major, take trips to Vegas, sold fits with lasers
Don't believe everything you hear you heard I play in the Coupe with birds remove the roof and splurge I'm really commercial without rehearsal A controversial gangsta but I ain't gonna hurt ya
So holla at us, we got bottles to bust And models to touch, thug life gangstas-r-us Plus we them ballas to click With big six fifth shit with God as my witness
See it ain't nothin' but the gangsta's touch That make 'em wanna ride with us So come on, mami, hop on in this truck People runnin', leakin' like Angel Dust After we fuck, blaze one up
Gangsta touch That make 'em wanna ride with us So come on, mami, hop on in this truck People runnin', leakin' like Angel Dust After we fuck, blaze one up
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