Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 70's Gangsta, artist - Kool G Rap. Album song Riches, Royalty & Respect, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
70's Gangsta |
Gotta take it back on em baby, you know |
We had the motherfucking 90's gangstas, we even had the 80's gangstas |
But where it all originated from, you know |
Remember the motherfucking 70's gangsta nigga |
Got on my three quarter Shaft leather |
Baddest ever, it’s nothin' but fast cheddar |
The trap shredder, gats under the sweater, dead up |
I spits the saliva, lather their head up |
I’m so sick, this cats under the weather |
Yeah that clever he passed packs to Trevor |
Birds of a feather we smash that together |
He that dealer in the hood supplyin' markets |
Kerosene, I put the fiends on flyin' carpets |
He never broke he sellin' dope, jewelry and cars, kid |
Go get a long telescope cause he a star, bitch |
On a bar stool, waist lining a large tool |
Any bitch you see with me followin' hard rules |
I’m a horror movie I do a bitch horrible |
Scar bruises, but the dude is remarkable |
Fuck the police that wrote the ticket when I parked the coupe |
My white girl out a this world like a martian, duke |
I’m a royal flush in any deck of cards, the truth |
Ahh, you gotta feel em baby |
The worlds greatest, Ahh |
Everyday he got his thing tucked |
He hustled hard to get his rank up |
He be that playa that you think of |
Truly yours, the 70's gangsta |
I’m so cool you feel a breeze when I pass |
Got some G’s in the grass with some ki’s in the stash |
Seize up a bag, he sneezed through a mag |
Bag me an ass nigga I’ll squeeze through ya rags |
That zebra ass that cost cheese in my pad |
Some women with fat asses that seizure in bed |
Need a fly swatter y’all niggas are fleas in my path |
Everywhere I go, the D’s will harass |
Pig motherfuckers could hit they knees til' they scab |
I do it like Rudy just jumped out the movies |
Diamonds and rubies, white bitch inside a Jacuzzi |
Soul brother suiters wear black and green kufies |
Pockets bulging out, yeah the green lookin' doofy |
I don’t need to sing, I got a gang a groupies |
Forget a shoulder, baby, dust down my suit sleeve |
Go tell Lucy to get a light for my loosey |
Pour me some liquor in my drink cup |
Now go fetch a hanger to hang my mink up |
Round of applause I’d like to thank ya |
Truly yours the 70's Gansta |