Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Luv, Pt. 2, artist - South Central Cartel. Date of issue: 02.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsta Luv, Pt. 2 |
| It’s 1996 and I’m dippin with my G |
| I’m claimin Cartel till I die, sippin hennessey |
| Got the rolex on my neck and my wrist |
| Dis a hoe that’s all I know as the 100 spoke twist |
| G’s rollin tighter than a G-string hoes wanna playa hate |
| The conversation’s stupid 'cause forever I’ma celebrate |
| And aim with my homies finger clutched on a Tec.9 |
| Yo bitch, you walk a thin line |
| Buggin 'cause I’m rockin videos in they eyes, buggin me Packin up your shit and leavin me while I’m in Italy |
| So let the dog hit you where the dog shoulda porched on In other words get the fuck on Tryna stack a mill ticket |
| But you always get mad when my G’s kick it But on the road it’s us against the world |
| For my G I would take a slug |
| 'Cause it’s gangsta luv |
| It’s that gangsta love from the S.C.C. |
| Talkin 'bout these bitches and rollin with my G’s |
| It’s that gangsta love from the S.C.C |
| Can’t get no peace because these hoes keep sweatin me |
| I’ma be a G from the nighttime to the break of dawnin |
| 'N the morning I clip the .9 mill when I’m yawnin |
| Performin days’n days but you be trippin on my status |
| Buggin me with family matters |
| I’m a gangster when I mention that’s the way I kick it Now that you addicted you tryna make me switch it I picture me and you holdin, blue 64 |
| Baby locs in the back seat hittin dips hoe |
| (Bonnie &Clyde) no matter what the fuck is happenin |
| You holdin my back that’s even if it call for cappin |
| And scrappin baby had love for G’s |
| Another page from the eastside trilogy |
| But you be buggin, couldn’t deal with a gangsta’s lovin |
| It’s nuthin that’ll keep your lifestyle plush’n |
| Rushin from hood to hood 'cause you think I’m caught slip’n |
| But it’s gangsta luv still dipp’n |
| Blowin up my pager and you know you had the chance |
| But I never call you back I hope that ass understands |
| You see me dippin in a beamer 5−25 |
| High sippin on a Semor |
| Right, now you wanna ride with a nigga |
| 'cause a nigga’s livin large, hoe |
| Posted in the Central, I drop that ass like some cargo |
| Rhimeson on a path to luxuries so stop beepin me Hoe, your ass is history |
| As my game got deep like the Abyss |
| I had to make you drop the miss, prod |
| And now you miss, tha |
| Rollin Havikk Rhimeson and the Prode’je |
| Callin all the hoes that begin with the letter B Saw you couldn’t deal with this, you say I’m caught up in the game |
| My head had blown up from the fame, I’m the same |
| With this gangsta luv I provide ya |