213 - 213 Tha Gangsta Clicc lyrics
[213 - 213 Tha Gangsta Clicc lyrics]
Hehe, yeah that's that shit right there
Is this that shit that make a nigga just
It remind me of
Matter of fact I"ma tell y'all
I wasn't gonna share this but
I'll share it witch'all check this out
I slid up in a party
Where some suckers was at
Out of bounds slipping fucking
With this hood rat
My homeboy told me that the bitch wasn't shit
But I didn't give a fuck cuz this 20 Crip
The first young nigga with a baseball cap
Tried to hit a nigga up until
He seen how we strut
I'm like 'Nigga, take two steps back
Now lower your voice before
You get pimp slapped'
I know you seen me on your MTV raps
Way back in the days when I
Was with Fab' Five Freddy
I told you then, I told you now
Boy I stay ready don't sweat it
We'll get him and then let him
Talk shit for a minute then deal with him
Hail Mary
Call Makavelli to come and save your ass
Cuz I'mma put my Chucks up in
It so quick and so fast
You use some act-right like LaBetty
And let you know that I'm the
King of this motherfucking city
Like Frank White, Nino Brown, John Gotti
Tony Soprano
Joey Banana and the great Tony Montana
All of 'em mixed in one fixed it, done
I like playing six-to-one
This is fun, shooting my guns
Counting my funds
And walking on you bitch niggas that run
I'm from
213 the gangsta clicc
21 motherfucking 3 nigga
All we do is the gangsta shit
Gangsta shit, biatch 213 the gangsta clicc
Haha and you know it, nigga
All we do is the gangsta shit
Y'all know what's happening haha
I shoot 'em up, I bang bang
Or we can duke 'em up but
You know you can't hang
Still from the Beach, still a g thang
213 in the house and you know how we came
We came to party homie, so back up
Plus up in the club, y'all don't have enough
I bust guns, you bust guns
Difference is my bullets probably
Touch the sun want some? Come and get it
On your marks, get set, blah!
That's coming with it
They won't stop, they'll get it
You don't get it
It don't stop, still don't love bitches
My G-niggas, holler if ya hear me (Gangstas)
Speak it loud and clearly
If you feel me raise your cups
(East Side, Long Beach) blaze it up
And we from
You can call me Lil' Meeno
Crazy motherfucker plus I'm Texas C-Notes
His finger on the trigger but it way too slow
He didn't see me coming so
He missing his dome 213 and we gone
You can call me Nate King Cole
Smooth motherfucker when it come
To these hoes
All damn dimes up in every area codes
Gangsta shit, yep and all the hoes know
Where they gon' go
We rolling in the stretch Navigator
When i'm gon' get it baby girl now or later
She said she wanted to play so I played her
Made a promise to pay, but never paid her
It ain't that i hate her
It's just she's a goddamn ho
And all of my niggas know
They knowin' since '94
Wherever we go, she gon' go
Is this that shit that make a nigga just
It remind me of
Matter of fact I"ma tell y'all
I wasn't gonna share this but
I'll share it witch'all check this out
I slid up in a party
Where some suckers was at
Out of bounds slipping fucking
With this hood rat
My homeboy told me that the bitch wasn't shit
But I didn't give a fuck cuz this 20 Crip
The first young nigga with a baseball cap
Tried to hit a nigga up until
He seen how we strut
I'm like 'Nigga, take two steps back
Now lower your voice before
You get pimp slapped'
I know you seen me on your MTV raps
Way back in the days when I
Was with Fab' Five Freddy
I told you then, I told you now
Boy I stay ready don't sweat it
We'll get him and then let him
Talk shit for a minute then deal with him
Hail Mary
Call Makavelli to come and save your ass
Cuz I'mma put my Chucks up in
It so quick and so fast
You use some act-right like LaBetty
And let you know that I'm the
King of this motherfucking city
Like Frank White, Nino Brown, John Gotti
Tony Soprano
Joey Banana and the great Tony Montana
All of 'em mixed in one fixed it, done
I like playing six-to-one
This is fun, shooting my guns
Counting my funds
And walking on you bitch niggas that run
I'm from
213 the gangsta clicc
21 motherfucking 3 nigga
All we do is the gangsta shit
Gangsta shit, biatch 213 the gangsta clicc
Haha and you know it, nigga
All we do is the gangsta shit
Y'all know what's happening haha
I shoot 'em up, I bang bang
Or we can duke 'em up but
You know you can't hang
Still from the Beach, still a g thang
213 in the house and you know how we came
We came to party homie, so back up
Plus up in the club, y'all don't have enough
I bust guns, you bust guns
Difference is my bullets probably
Touch the sun want some? Come and get it
On your marks, get set, blah!
That's coming with it
They won't stop, they'll get it
You don't get it
It don't stop, still don't love bitches
My G-niggas, holler if ya hear me (Gangstas)
Speak it loud and clearly
If you feel me raise your cups
(East Side, Long Beach) blaze it up
And we from
You can call me Lil' Meeno
Crazy motherfucker plus I'm Texas C-Notes
His finger on the trigger but it way too slow
He didn't see me coming so
He missing his dome 213 and we gone
You can call me Nate King Cole
Smooth motherfucker when it come
To these hoes
All damn dimes up in every area codes
Gangsta shit, yep and all the hoes know
Where they gon' go
We rolling in the stretch Navigator
When i'm gon' get it baby girl now or later
She said she wanted to play so I played her
Made a promise to pay, but never paid her
It ain't that i hate her
It's just she's a goddamn ho
And all of my niggas know
They knowin' since '94
Wherever we go, she gon' go