| Gotta take it back on em baby, you know
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| We had the motherfucking 90's gangstas, we even had the 80's gangstas
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| But where it all originated from, you know
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| Remember the motherfucking 70's gangsta nigga
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| Got on my three quarter Shaft leather
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| Baddest ever, it’s nothin' but fast cheddar
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| The trap shredder, gats under the sweater, dead up
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| I spits the saliva, lather their head up
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| I’m so sick, this cats under the weather
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| Yeah that clever he passed packs to Trevor
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| Birds of a feather we smash that together
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| He that dealer in the hood supplyin' markets
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| Kerosene, I put the fiends on flyin' carpets
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| He never broke he sellin' dope, jewelry and cars, kid
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| Go get a long telescope cause he a star, bitch
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| On a bar stool, waist lining a large tool
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| Any bitch you see with me followin' hard rules
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| I’m a horror movie I do a bitch horrible
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| Scar bruises, but the dude is remarkable
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| Fuck the police that wrote the ticket when I parked the coupe
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| My white girl out a this world like a martian, duke
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| I’m a royal flush in any deck of cards, the truth
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| Ahh, you gotta feel em baby
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| The worlds greatest, Ahh
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| Everyday he got his thing tucked
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| He hustled hard to get his rank up
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| He be that playa that you think of
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| Truly yours, the 70's gangsta
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| I’m so cool you feel a breeze when I pass
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| Got some G’s in the grass with some ki’s in the stash
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| Seize up a bag, he sneezed through a mag
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| Bag me an ass nigga I’ll squeeze through ya rags
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| That zebra ass that cost cheese in my pad
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| Some women with fat asses that seizure in bed
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| Need a fly swatter y’all niggas are fleas in my path
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| Everywhere I go, the D’s will harass
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| Pig motherfuckers could hit they knees til' they scab
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| I do it like Rudy just jumped out the movies
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| Diamonds and rubies, white bitch inside a Jacuzzi
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| Soul brother suiters wear black and green kufies
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| Pockets bulging out, yeah the green lookin' doofy
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| I don’t need to sing, I got a gang a groupies
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| Forget a shoulder, baby, dust down my suit sleeve
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| Go tell Lucy to get a light for my loosey
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| Pour me some liquor in my drink cup
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| Now go fetch a hanger to hang my mink up
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| Round of applause I’d like to thank ya
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| Truly yours the 70's Gansta |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 70's Gangsta , by - Kool G Rap. Song from the album Riches, Royalty & Respect, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп