Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G Style, artist - Ice T. Album song Home Invasion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
G Style |
| «Yo whats up man? |
| Yeah I gotta trunk fulla this shit |
| Word, broads still with me man, comin over to grapevine right now |
| Yo I can’t talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone» |
| Damn, how’d I get into this scam |
| Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand |
| I came up from the curb, word |
| First thing it rocks, now my ride’s packin crazy birds |
| I gotta freak in the front seat |
| She got crazy game, might even have more than me |
| And thats why I don’t trust, I ain’t no busta |
| One wrong move and I’ll dust her |
| But she knows that, keeps a gat |
| Works much plastic, always stays on phat |
| She said she loves me |
| Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies |
| She only loves my cash flow, long dough |
| The falso love of a pimp and a ho |
| But me and her gotta job to do |
| Get this luggage back to the crew |
| She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk |
| And if they speakin about us then its jumpin off |
| But I ain’t sweatin them at all |
| 2 cops’ll roll up and 2 cops’ll fall |
| The lines on the highway, I’m makin my mind drift away |
| To my last jail stay |
| 5 years for a 459 |
| I’m never goin back, no matter what the crime |
| Surrenderin ain’t me |
| Fuck that, I’m holdin court in the street G |
| For a nigga like me there ain’t no ounce |
| My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs |
| Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger |
| Pure ghetto anger, I’m addicted to danger |
| Some nights I crash clubs |
| Rollin with the posse made of well-known thugs |
| Cool out with the freaks |
| Truckin much jewels, beggin for beef |
| Thens some niggas roll up |
| Lookin for a way to pump the reps up |
| But I ain’t the one |
| I’m handin out beat downs, no need for guns |
| Sometimes I gotta ask myself |
| Is all this buck whylin good for a niggas health? |
| I don’t know why |
| Am I suicidal, do I wanna die? |
| The answerin, simple |
| A headache throbs in my temple |
| It says it ain’t fair, it says it ain’t right |
| It says its goin down tonight |
| We finally made it to the drop spot |
| King and Weston Ave, snoody fox |
| The posse was there, but it ain’t right |
| Fuckin police lights |
| Its all goin down that road blocks |
| I never seen that many cops |
| It was a setup, my whole damn crew’s gettin wet up |
| Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime |
| But even in the flurry of gun shots |
| My adrenaline was boilin hot |
| I crash down on the floor of the ride |
| Punch the gas, drove that benz through they punk ass |
| Hit Vernor doin 90 |
| Looked in the rear-view, no one behind me |
| I got on the phone |
| Called up the homies to see what went wrong |
| But no time to sweat that |
| I still gotta trunk fulla shit, I was on phat |
| I just need a cool place to hide |
| Dumped the benzo, slammed the G ride |
| Me and a freak hit a motel crash spot |
| The streets was hot |
| Rubbed me down, said she adored me |
| Said the gunfire made her horny |
| The she pushed me back on the bed |
| Licked me head to toe, toe to head |
| Then I closed my eyes real slowly |
| Is this love? |
| No not me |
| Then I felt a pain in my chest |
| The smell of gun powder and burnt flesh |
| I looked in her face, opened my mouth |
| And then her badge came out |