Текст песни Kool G Rap - My Life

The Giancana Story
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Kool G Rap
Альбом: The Giancana Story
Длительность: 04:07
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[G-Wise * vocoder box effect] Yeahhh, yeh yeh - G. Rap that's gangsta (my life nigga) [Hook: G-Wise * vocoder] All of my life, I live I'll be thuggin with youuuuuuu Thug it out baby, thug it out baby Don't stop 'til I die for this I'll be keepin it trueeeeeee Yeah yeah yeah yeah [Kool G. Rap] Yo, yo Giancana the name break it down simple and plain Went from a small chimp in the game to gorilla king pimpin the game Know how to tempt dames to tense in the Range Hit the block to pitch rocks, the strength of the name Limp with a cane, lactosin limp for the king We even pack toast expend from the flames, my aim Strictly about makin that bread pop (y'know) blocks red hot From feds and cops, lookin for rock bottles with red tops Tradin lead shots with dreadlocks Infrared dots 'til their head drop, we fled spots Word on the curb is when it came to birds we spread flocks (no doubt) No tellin when the bloodshed stop, glide 'til the sled stop Copped the latest every hot flavor in them crocs and gators Somebody clique riff, pop the bravest Out of town trips in whips I got from Avis, drop knots in Vegas My plot for paper was crockpots of wafers [Hook] [Kool G. Rap] Nigga into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons Half-naked bitches dancin to tunes (uh-huh) Marble floor to the terrace nigga, glance at the moon Play the jacuzzi 'til your hands get blue Rugs tight, bright as the white sands of Cancun [yeahhhh] Skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloom Nigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes Prison niggas that ran balloons Shut down shop from Jan. to June, and still cop land in the boons Fuck women in tanning rooms Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit If I can't stack a nigga cap get peeled loose Word to them cats that died on the street, it's spilled juice So where that Don be? (right here) In the calm breeze in the palm trees Bomb G under the armpiece Livin in harmony, coke farm pharmacy Bulletproof armory, school of the hard knock honorary Washin the jackpot like laundry Fuckin Don of the year nominee, honestly [Hook] - repeat 2X [G-Wise * vocoder box in background to fade] [Kool G. Rap] G. Rap nigga.. What, thug shit, Queens clicks What.. uh-huh Yeah, thug shit, Queens clicks Thug shit, Queens clicks Uhh.. yeah
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