Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangster Shit , by - Triple C. Release date: 24.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangster Shit |
| Triple C clique droppin' somethin' to bump |
| Just giving you a taste of the Central Coast fuck |
| See it’s time to ride, Imma take you city wide |
| Cause my verse is flowing trough the wicked southside |
| From the 8−0-5 to the 2−1-3, puttin' it down |
| See alot of Triple C |
| Dedicated to my homies every wagon stone |
| Dedicated to the hoes that love to flow |
| Cause I love to drop the shit, the shit will make you ill |
| Stayin' true to my game, and my game is truly real |
| Real uh? |
| Real hard and fast |
| Passing fony clique’s like a thing of the past |
| See, were coming up smooth, with the gangsta groove |
| Just layin' it down, without a thing to prove |
| So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that ass lit |
| Cuase you can’t get enough of that gangsta shit |
| Can’t get enough of that gangsta shit |
| Triple C, steady droppin' hits |
| Can’t get enough of that gangsta shit |
| Fuck with us, and get a busted lip (bitch) |
| Teerin' it up? |
| naw the same old shit |
| Another hit comin' from the clicka Central Coast Clique |
| Walking down the street’s blowing motherfuckas up |
| Your talking much shit, and you can’t get enough |
| Pissed off cause a rhymin' every time |
| Not once in a while, but on every line |
| Mixing, rhyming, is every thing to me |
| 1−3 style, won’t rap for free |
| I do it my way, Central Coast way, all the way |
| To see if another mexicano rapper makes my day |
| Fuckin' it up on the microphone, stutt-stuttering anything |
| Better leave that shit home, and take a lesson from mexicano’s that know |
| How to drink down, smoke, and fucking flow |
| So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that ass lit |
| Cuase you can’t get enough of that gangsta shit |
| From city to city, block to block |
| Buster dropped, to the sound of my Glock |
| Just letting all you putos know |
| You gotta slow your roll, and start a gangster kinda stroll |
| When you live in the Central Coast, the shit is all good |
| But being Mexican, I miss understood |
| So I use my verse to get my point across |
| The Central Coast Clique, you down, or get tossed |
| It’s a motherfucking family |
| Triple C, and that’s the way it’s gotta be |
| Keep dropping hits and taking toast’s |
| Drinking shit, and pumpin' out smoke |
| Dropping shit up on whatever you do |
| For whatever you do, keep your fucking game true |
| So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that ass lit |
| Cuase you can’t get enough of that gangsta shit |
| It’s somethin' about the Central Coast sound, huh? |
| Feelin' the beat when we get down |
| Flowin' to a motherfucking b-a-shit |
| If you got no rhythm, then you might as well quit |
| Step off the mic and off stage, and while your at it |
| Check at the crowd and check the guage |
| Fucking it up like we always do |
| Some down ass homies and your damn ass crew |
| So keep your ass off the mix, bitch |
| Or you’ll find your self in another fucking fix, bitch |
| Fony motherfucker, studio gangsta |
| Little trick ass bitch, motherfucking ranker |
| I never told a lie when I’m flowing on the mic |
| Your daddy is a queer and your mama is a dike |
| So keep on Blazin' Up, and keep that ass lit |
| Cuase you can’t get enough of that gangsta shit |