Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where The Gangsta At , by - B-Legit. Song from the album Hempin Ain't Easy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.09.2000
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Where The Gangsta At |
| Two to fo months on federal hold |
| I been good, can’t believe the game is cold |
| Somebody told, that I couldn’t handle my floss |
| Across the bay snitches tryin to shake shit off |
| I made a call to my lawyer, one to my bitch |
| Two niggas stuck and we start to sit |
| Case hella weak, got to dismiss shit |
| I threw the words with the fish like swiiiss |
| I only dealt on yall cuz i had some warrants |
| Tell you to a player on some tickets and toys |
| I never had a bad case, check my fat on that |
| I spend a rap, I bet my lawyer peeped that bat |
| I rap, cuz my mouthpiece the best |
| Then I let a nigga out on house arrest |
| I break from the game, got a nigga change |
| Shit will never change it’s in the game |
| It’s in the game! |
| It’s in the game, ghetto stars, cars, cocaine |
| When hustlers slang, some niggas bang, it’s everythang |
| Weed, hoes, speed, hop, greed, snitches bleed so what you you need |
| It’s in the game! |
| It’s in the game! |
| Im a savage about mine for real tho |
| Kick a bitch in the mouth with my steel toe |
| Say wussup to my niggas off the Filmore |
| Scooty G, Prop D, and Young ill hoe |
| On a mac block shit to get niggas the fame |
| B’s got the blunt and Twins got the game |
| It’s no kool aid just indo |
| Watch a bitch get naked for the kindo |
| I bounce outta there, make my way cross town |
| Dick hard, finsta go knock shit down |
| Im commin through now, cuz Im affiliated |
| Im bout' to fuck n' get out n' leave uritaded |
| I was player hated, bitch heard me speak |
| Put a note in my pocket said you had me weak |
| Hit 3rd street n' run in the same |
| Hella n' fame, it’s in the game |
| In my last run, bout' to close up shop |
| Got bitches in a rental holding keys to hop, but me Im nonstop |
| I catch the red eye and when my hoe touch down |
| I be a mo' ti' |
| Im in a suit top, lookin business like |
| On my lap top fucken with the web site |
| Email La tell em' hold up |
| I got good shit commin' fista blow it up |
| Keep my mouth shut, never tell my raps |
| And niggas pay me double when they know it’s a (??) |
| And fo' a coo amount, we can take em' off |
| Have yo niggas meet mine at the shoping mall |
| We ain’t takin falls, got balls of steel |
| Takin hits, see these (??) (??) get killed |
| It’s real, fucken appeal, I aim |
| If I’m shoot in the brain, it’s in the game |