| It’s a new year, I can think clear
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| $ 1000 shades, I can see clear
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| European made, motor in the rear
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| Gettin' the phone tapped, Feds gettin' near
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| Near, near, Feds on a sweep
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| Shut the trap down, moved it down the street
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| Kush super strong, Jakes took the pier
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| I’m multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year
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| Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
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| Multi-nominated, Gangsta of the Year
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| Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
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| Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
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| All I rock is white, bitch, I’m cocaine crazy
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| First check I cashed was like a half of mill' from Baby
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| Love for my homies, don’t give a damn 'bout a lady
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| 125 grams, that’s four and a baby
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| 20 cent 50, shooters coming with me
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| Body hit the ground and your soul be uplifted
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| Beat break down, them racks add up
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| And all these haters actin' mad at us
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| Gangsta of the Year, and I don’t want a trophy
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| I just want these fuck niggas to pay me what they owe me
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| Gangsta of the Year and I don’t mean to brag
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| But the title with the tags is 200 on the dash
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| Gangsta of the world, know I’m nominated
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| Bring it home every year, my own mama hate it
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| Twelve hundred on my face, velour, Versace shots
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| I left my filling on her face, yeah that Versace top
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| I’m the last man standing, bitch, I need a trophy
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| So much bread in my pocket, bitch, I’m feeling toasty
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| Heard them snitch niggas singing, yeah, that karaoke
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| Don’t fuck with police-ass niggas, bitch, don’t even approach me
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| Don’t you niggas know you can’t stop a moving train?
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| Look at me now, getting paper, still moving, mane
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| Ship it up in your face just like Benihana
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| Told that bitch she make it back, I’ll buy the bitch a Honda
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| And I ain’t see 'em move shit, call me Jeezy Wonder
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| If ain’t nobody vouching for him, that make Jeezy wonder
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| Gangsta of the Year, human chandelier
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| Would tell you, feel my pain, you might shed a tear
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| Yo — I’m really in the 'hood, all they do is pass through
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| So hands down I’ve been a winner for the past few
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| I got the work to prove it and I got the cash, too
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| A couple niggas still breathing, guess they passed due
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| That ain’t no surprise, sitting on these pies
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| LB, millionaires, sitting on his eyes
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| We at the table sipping red and we puffing Cubans
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| I done made a bunch of bread with a couple Cubans
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| Yeah, you got a bunch of guns but you never use 'em
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| Everybody get a run, is you win or losing?
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| Shut the trap down — nothing moving
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| Gangsta of the Year 'til they nominate a new one (what's up?) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta of the Year , by - Young Jeezy. Song from the album The Poems of Jay Jenkins, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп