Lil Keke, Thug Dirt, Z-Ro - Gangsta's lyrics
[Lil Keke, Thug Dirt, Z-Ro - Gangsta's lyrics]
We gon get em, ready to rock
(let's let em rock)
Give it up for your city your sets
Hoods and your blocks
We gon get em, ready to roll (go on roll)
All our people that be hustling
And trying to make a knot
We gon get em ready to rock, behind tint
With a strawberry filly
In the Expo getting bent
Got a eight, of that Oh-No
Tell Ro to bring some Sprite
Tell Ke to bring a ounce of that do do
Fa sho keep it real, represent your town
Your cities your states your sets
Hoods where you clown
Gangstas get your thug on
Pimps get your hoes on
Or riding big 20's, like a school zone
I'm Thug Dirt, and I'm repping Heavy Ro'
Heavy dump trucks and throwed cars
On a marble flo'
On the Southside of Houston
You can find me off of Scott
Delivered with heat
That keep the whole hood hot
Represent for your city your block
Get you a Glock
Get a prop, try to set up shop and then cop
Gotta hustle and maintain
Spit lyrics that bring flames
Refocus your brain frame
This life in the fast lane
Travel the game as a soldier
Plus I'm a rich man
Keke the Don barring none, yes I'm a hit man
Pound for pound
Built this shit from the ground
Any city any town, staying ten toes down
Cause the area code, I explode for 7-1-3
Paper or change out of range
These niggas know me
Hotter than fish grease
A slice of the big piece
We mobbing in this game
So these haters gon feel me
Pressure don't fade us
These rap hit's made us
Spit cheese and G's, until these DJ's play us
Fronting and stunting
Better take that mask off
Crush rocks down is the market, a glass house
Got soldiers block to block
Worldwide connected
Don't mess with the young and the restless
That'll be your exit
Rain down on plexers, I can't stand you hoes
When a nigga be tongue flipping
They say we can't understand you Ro
You niggas listening too slow
Cause I ain't gon lie I go off
And I go so hard I see my depth
Before I ever go soft
I'm like a walking talking X pill
I rise boys up
But, if boys cross me I kidnap boys
And I tie boys up i'm about my P-A-P-E-R
Pulling them C-A-P-E-R's
Still running off in them houses
Coming out with TV VCR
Gotta go get it and come back with it
If I can't get it where I'm at
Ery'body everywhere be doing that there
Just to keep they pockets fat
In break yourself Texas
Rappers run and receive they do'
Cause niggas with short arms
And deep pockets, be CEO
Yeah that's a slug and if you catch it
Then you hearing Ro verse
Fuck around and duck when
You should of jumped
Then you can be in your hearse
(let's let em rock)
Give it up for your city your sets
Hoods and your blocks
We gon get em, ready to roll (go on roll)
All our people that be hustling
And trying to make a knot
We gon get em ready to rock, behind tint
With a strawberry filly
In the Expo getting bent
Got a eight, of that Oh-No
Tell Ro to bring some Sprite
Tell Ke to bring a ounce of that do do
Fa sho keep it real, represent your town
Your cities your states your sets
Hoods where you clown
Gangstas get your thug on
Pimps get your hoes on
Or riding big 20's, like a school zone
I'm Thug Dirt, and I'm repping Heavy Ro'
Heavy dump trucks and throwed cars
On a marble flo'
On the Southside of Houston
You can find me off of Scott
Delivered with heat
That keep the whole hood hot
Represent for your city your block
Get you a Glock
Get a prop, try to set up shop and then cop
Gotta hustle and maintain
Spit lyrics that bring flames
Refocus your brain frame
This life in the fast lane
Travel the game as a soldier
Plus I'm a rich man
Keke the Don barring none, yes I'm a hit man
Pound for pound
Built this shit from the ground
Any city any town, staying ten toes down
Cause the area code, I explode for 7-1-3
Paper or change out of range
These niggas know me
Hotter than fish grease
A slice of the big piece
We mobbing in this game
So these haters gon feel me
Pressure don't fade us
These rap hit's made us
Spit cheese and G's, until these DJ's play us
Fronting and stunting
Better take that mask off
Crush rocks down is the market, a glass house
Got soldiers block to block
Worldwide connected
Don't mess with the young and the restless
That'll be your exit
Rain down on plexers, I can't stand you hoes
When a nigga be tongue flipping
They say we can't understand you Ro
You niggas listening too slow
Cause I ain't gon lie I go off
And I go so hard I see my depth
Before I ever go soft
I'm like a walking talking X pill
I rise boys up
But, if boys cross me I kidnap boys
And I tie boys up i'm about my P-A-P-E-R
Pulling them C-A-P-E-R's
Still running off in them houses
Coming out with TV VCR
Gotta go get it and come back with it
If I can't get it where I'm at
Ery'body everywhere be doing that there
Just to keep they pockets fat
In break yourself Texas
Rappers run and receive they do'
Cause niggas with short arms
And deep pockets, be CEO
Yeah that's a slug and if you catch it
Then you hearing Ro verse
Fuck around and duck when
You should of jumped
Then you can be in your hearse