Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song More Gangsta Music, artist - Cam'Ron. Album song Purple Haze, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
More Gangsta Music |
Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana |
C’mon. |
Lets Do It Can I get a jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah |
Everywhere jeah, jeah |
Up, down, left, right, jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah |
Shorty’s movin again jeah, shorty’s loose wit the pen jeah |
Shorty do wit the wind jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah |
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest |
Tech on my left, gangstaz wit me ready to step. |
(Jeah) |
I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest |
Not flat lookin like somebody stepped on her chest. |
(Jeah) |
What, (jeah) Shit, (jeah) Fuck, (jeah) Bitch, (Jeah) |
You so crazy. |
(Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) |
My niggaz spit the glock (oh so slow whoa) |
Rude boi lick a shot (BO BO BO BO!) |
Neva seen up in a pot (oh so much coke) |
Cook it to a bigga rock (aye aye oh oh) |
And I be wit dem gangstaz (jeah), I creep wit the gangstaz (jeah) |
Crack a dutch or Philly and cheif cheif wit the gangstaz |
I stay wit a lady (jeah), she stay wit a lady (jeah) |
They makin me crazy. |
(Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) |
I spray em wit babies (jeah), in they face till they hate me (jeah) |
And I’m makin em crazy. |
(Jeah jeah jeah jeah!) |
And they like when I do it (jeah), they like when I move it (jeah) |
They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it I stay icy on purpose, like icy perservers |
More than likely I’m the nicest you hearda. |
Jeah! |
I’m movin movin movin jeah! |
He’s movin movin movin aye! |
We movin movin movin jeah! |
Stop movin aye! |
Shot bruise em jeah! |
Two more for Cam fa takin over the Roc. |
Jeah… Jeah! |
It’s my year so Jeah! |
It’s like the whole Bird Gang’s in here, like Kurt Cobain’s was here |
Jeah jeah jeah jeah! |
Still listen to gangsta music (aye) how dem gangstaz do it (aye) |
Shorty came to do it (aye aye aye aye) |
I bang wit the five (aye) I see hate in ya eyes (aye) |
You waitin to die (aye aye aye aye) |
I pray for you guys, hate to keep waistin ya lives |
Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side |
You can love it (jeah aye) you can hate it (jeah aye) |
You can want it (jeah aye aye aye aye) |
I’m Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane |
State Troopers they came, damn he’s movin again (aye) |
I’m a better child, yous a pedophile (aye aye aye aye) |
I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around |
They DTP’s deep throat professionals |
My D.I.P.'s we so professional |
Got weed, coke, and ecstacy, lean, dope, and wet to sale |
We blow jars of the dank, like Bob Marley was wake |
Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay |
I’m movin movin movin (jeah) |
Y’all losin losin losin (aye) |
I’m on the southside of Chicago lookin for a real hoe |
I dont see a touchdown, arms up feild goal |
Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low |
Lil dick you a dickhead, nah dildo |
I chill though, pippin in the Range |
All this icin I’m ashamed, look like lightnin’in the chain |
Who was first that moved wit they fam (who) |
Ask you, tattoos on they hand (who) |
Slang all the white (who) cruise wit the tan (who) |
Pink on they back (who) blue in they van (who) |
Yellow on his ear (who) steam on the rock (who) |
Puple in the air (who) green in his pocket |
I aint dissin you dog, I’m dismissin you |
Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you |
Thats Kool-Aid, Moutain Dew, and Cris on you |
Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you |