[Intro:] [Trigg:] Trigger Tha Gambler [Ice-T:] Iceberg [Smooth] I'm Smoothe Da Hustler [Trigg:] So come check us out at, sexmoneyguns.com [Ice-T:] Yeah [Smooth] What? [Ice-T:] SMG motherfucker, you heard about it?!! [Smooth] Fagots know [Ice-T:] It's going down, niggaz started sounding like motherfucking pussies out there [Smooth] They carry Guns dogg!! no matter.. [Ice-T:] It's real, this is it nigga, yeah, this is Gangster Rap [Smooth] [?] heard about it! smell y'all, smell y'all [Ice-T:] Iceberg in the place [Smooth] Uhha! [Ice-T:] Gambler, Hustler, it's going down bitch!!
[Chorus: Ice-T X2] Bang bang; Every time we come around your city Bang bang; Twenty macks hold about fifty Bang bang; Should've claimed your block out quickly Bang bang; Bang bang!!
[Verse 1: Ice-T] Out on time gagging; just came to take the sock out of your mouth Then take you in the backyard and blow your fucking brains out [Explosion] Twist the game up, complex, gangster confusing You'll never know which strap I'm using Whores speak the tunes in; better than Gs, hand the heat off Catch you in the V-I-P, knock your whole street off Catch you in a vall-ey, leave you on your bailey Watch for the ricochet cause.. this is L.A. Home of the Body-bag, home of the toe-tag Home of the Blue and Red rags, and the pants sag Pull out your gat nigga, dress for the freeze tag You think I care, I put on my vest before my underwear Never smiled nigga, don't talk that much My gat's cold, I feel it when it's touching my nuts Let's get it going, fuck the flowing, bring your drama And don't forget your body armor
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[Verse 2: Trigger Tha Gambler] It's the black beast from Brownsville Scaring like the dark block when the Hounds kill You found scar in your life, I found steel Never left a gunfight until the ground's filled Never ran, never will, I take blocks and raid spots Whatever that the round spills, is where the tape stops Since a kid, we kept a grudge, we hate cops SMGs the replay switch, .38 the glocks Play heading niggaz, I can flip your blow bouts Heat niggaz by these whores, split the skull out It's the reason why; Def Jam held me back My mind is out of the troll; they had to mail me tracks Trigger's whack; what hell is that? - I spit like the gat I'm iller than your Rasta, you ain't got to tell me that 96 I was back, hard to the core Flex was dropping bombs, like a station just blown to roar
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[Verse 3: Smoothe Da Hustler] Every time Brooklyn in the place "BANG BANG!!" Anytime Hustler on the Mic "Same thang!!" Hit your head, lift your chain Watch your brains hang, so maintain nigga It's the New York native, Brooklyn ripper Niggaz move back when I cop the groove back like stirrer I'm a dolo dirt doer, I do that better Nigga trip, triggers drip, spit through that leather Shoot at, do the damage down and dirty, I demonstrate Destruction with the Derringer, and watch niggaz disintegrate I'm no joke, blow, gunsmoke, if one choked that's one hope And for second you got the next one wope No folks on both coasts who throw toasts Butter niggaz out for the bread, I'm drawing votes Hustler figured fuck for the bread, I roll with both to keep my .44 so close
[Chorus: Ice-T X2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
