Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsters for Life, artist - MatadorDate of issue: 13.10.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsters for Life |
| Up in the club |
| We hittin --- |
| Driking jin |
| Gangster for life |
| Hustlers!, its a must that we… |
| Keepin it real |
| Walk in the club flashin, splashin |
| Bacardi at rub for those who were asking |
| Whos this shot mother f**ka?buck buck ducka |
| Bitch better buck up, before you get stuck up |
| Go to your job, yo shake them tities |
| Ima do my thang, spank cash and smoke those philies |
| Porto-roc stock, got you high like hill billies |
| Try to take mines, yo baby thats silly |
| Platinum status, fattest midaliun |
| All that your dreaming, its real for my team |
| Thero bread, avoid feds but take heads |
| All that you see is real for my team |
| Password is «jimmy the gent» the doors open |
| The buety of the game is said but not spoken |
| What you gonna do when u step to us? |
| Motha f**kas better learn that we dangerous |
| Up in the club |
| We hittin skin |
| Driking jin |
| Gangster for life |
| Hustlers!, its a must that we… |
| Uh-huh-uh |
| You know the G’s around me, be the illest |
| Coming all up in this, herendouse |
| Hunneys after sex be like «tromendouse» |
| Im pullen one or two baby i thought you knew |
| Boogie man be a real playa like that |
| Hunneys come stacked |
| Want me from hit from the back |
| Up in the club they show me love |
| They want the big man treat |
| But they get none from me |
| Cream, stacken hunneys with my G’S |
| Mackin it with the hustlers is where i be |
| Showin all busters that they can’t cock block |
| Im taken they grip with my Glock |
| Set up shop and dont stress over a hoe |
| If she actin up she gots to go |
| Get to steppin out my way |
| Its gonna take a miracle to get your way BITCH! |
| Up in the club |
| We hittin skin |
| Driking jin |
| Gangster for life |
| Hustlers!, its a must that we… |
| No digas nada solo miras lo que esta pasando |
| Soy el profeta, el enemigo lo tengo gatiando |
| Siempre que pise el senario, mujeres gritando |
| Es mi presencia es intoable, veta alejando |
| Son los diamantes icustados en mi medalla |
| Mi orgullo esta alla |
| Victorioso yo entre la batalla |
| Escuche y calla, el boogie y loco my compana |
| Mientras el matador a las mujers la agena |
| Tu no venistes aqui para mirame en carne viva |
| Porque ya se que to gusta voca ariba |
| Esto no acaba anque la gorda cante, esto continua |
| Abres las piernas mientras gritas porque se perfectua |
| Es el dolor que a ti te gusta a este modo |
| Detras del caro en un quarto siempre mi acomodo |
| Pues el alcol, el sexo y el dinero te fasina |
| Quieres un poco abre la boca i ponete a RODIAS! |
| Up in the club |
| We hittin skin |
| Driking jin |
| Gangster for life |
| Hustlers!, its a must that we… |