Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Smash, artist - MC Eiht. Album song Veterans Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.09.2004
Record label: Native
Song language: English
Gangsta Smash |
Up in the club, they shaking ass |
Beef in the spot, we put it at blast |
Blunts, rolled, I pull out the stash |
This is the way we gangsta smash |
Lean, yo. |
Weed, blow |
Switches we bouncing it low-low |
Compton hip, we fucking dope |
W shown out the window |
Enemies know what they in fo' |
Cops try to gather that info- |
-mation. |
Frustration |
Who in the fuck left these shell cases? |
Drive-by, hood rich |
Real gangstas won’t talk and don’t snitch |
Gang-banging niggas who won’t switch |
Live by the model and trust no bitch |
Get your papers |
Beaten so they can’st evade us |
On it we know it’s the fucking best |
To d-day we die so fuck the rest |
If you got beef get that shit off your chest |
Open your brain in your bulletproof vest |
Compton, the city, we standing tall |
Gang raw phone call |
Hood rats, gang tats |
Dope trying to stash under car mats |
Police asking where the guns at? |
Jack and boy you better lay flat |
One stab, jump in and pop |
Breath in real hard as you duck from the cops |
Fleeing the scene or the evidence drops? |
Keep making moves, avoiding the stops |
Tired from all the fences you hop? |
Get away clean and you setting up shop |
Either stay or transform |
Slip and homeboy you be heading to court |
Telling your niggas to hold down the fort |
Send them some flicks and a little support |
Stressed out, stretched out |
You know what county jail life’s all about |
Gang man, strap in hand |
Money is made on the corners we stand |
Money is wrapped with the rubber band |
Shoot them up when enemies roll in |
Gun spark, car crash |
Mission complete, so collect the cash |
No need to floss, so build up your stash |
Hiding my face, the cameras flash |
Top notch, grab your crotch |
Now the block trying to form neighborhood watch |
They gonna keep hating the way that I am |
Keep shooting and hoping my guns don’t jam |
Who dipping again? |
We don’t give a fuck |
It’s like in the hood, homeboy, we stuck |
Until the day we come up |
Keep to drinking my cup |