| It’s that California Livin', Young Black Brotha
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| Boatin' that '73 Chevrolet burnin' rubberrrr
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| Like my nigga, Rich the Fact
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| Nigga it’s the Mac in the back of the 'Lac
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| Soakin' tact, big indo many clouds of smoke
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| Make old school dance when I dip and yoke
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| It’s like M-A-C D-R-E
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| Way up in KC with the boy Arby
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| Yeah biatch, it’s presidential
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| On the under chronic comin' through in a rental
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| I’m undetected, I come protected
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| Two 4−4 pistols, a mask and vest biatch
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| Down and dirty, the cuddies call me Curty
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| From Mark and Leonard to Howe and Hurley
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| From Missouri don’t worry we keep it ragooey
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| MD and Luni, from Sac to the Boonies
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| We gangsta niggas ready for some tension
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| Fool we ain’t trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'
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| Pimpin' what does it mean?
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| Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x)
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| (Luni)
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| They call me Coleone thug real McCoy
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| I’m a rider bout mine cuz trust ya boy
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| Get shit crackin' like eggs in a pan on fry
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| This do or die lifestyle got my brain on high
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| I hit the city streets mean mug, chip on my shoulder
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| Young punks they mug back but ain’t no balls in these soldiers
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| I’m in the Mid-West, KC, N-O-K-C
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| Every show, every in-store the ho framed me
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| Coleone (got game?) Hell yeah by the pound
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| Niggas hate (On my name)
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| Cuz they hoes crack smiles (What a shame)
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| Pimp nigga how ya do that there
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| Talk a bitch up out her check book and the weave in her hair
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| I bust rap cats in lips on a square ass nigga
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| Getting grub in an old school with a dent in the fender
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| Me and Mac Dre bitch stayin' on our toes
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| What, what, what, what they call me Coleone!
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| We gangsta niggas ready for some tension
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| Fool we ain’t trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'
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| Pimpin' what does it mean?
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| Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x)
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| (Mac Dre)
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| We global, travel the bubble duckin trouble
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| Don’t make us get the bury body shovel
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| We vicious, dumpin' bodies in ditches
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| And runnin pimp game on these punk ass bitches
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| (Luni Coleone)
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| Yeah, I’m the mack of the year like placa bitch
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| My guys they drive by with the best of the clip
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| Coleone, young creeper flippin shit like chitlins
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| Ragglin, scragglin, and cappin' I’ma handle my business
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| (Mac Dre)
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| We dog niggas, straight hog niggas
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| Well connected and when we call niggas
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| It goes down, down, bodies bein' found
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| Gangsta mack shit that’s how we clown
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| (Luni Coleone)
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| And we down, like 4 flex on a fucked up hoopty
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| Big bread and get big head from a fine ass hoochie
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| They call me, nah fuck it can’t waste my time
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| Nuts hangin like cellulite on yo' grandma’s thighs
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| We gangsta niggas ready for some tension
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| Fool we ain’t trippin' we tryin' to keep it pimpin'
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| Pimpin' what does it mean?
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| Paper in my pocket, hoes on my team (2x) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta Niggaz , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album Tha Best Of Mac Dre Volume 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп