Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where The Gangsta At, artist - B-Legit. Album song Hempin Ain't Easy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |