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Les paroles de G Style
| | | Artiste: | T Ice |
| | Album: | Home Invasion | | Titre: | G Style | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 432 fois | | | | Paroles: | Talk:
Yeah! Rightabot now mothafuckas is layin for a nigga like me Ice-T
to bust some
freesyle shit... but I don't do that
I just cold lounge up here at the Ammo Dump with my
nigga
Alladin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G
Yeah, we do the shit like
this
Verse 1:
The card after the ace is is deuce
So cut the nigga loose on the
3
That's me
The mothafuckin T
I got ride on my surfboard
Rhyme hard
But
only buy the shit that I can't afford
That's everything
That's why I lruck big fat
rings
Cause in the motherland gold is for kings
I got backup to jack up
Punks who try
to act up
Do a world tour, watch the big bank stack up
Mothafuckas get dropped wit the
quickness, ??
I got an ill left and a right fist
Make mistakes and you'll lose or you
might die
Cause I'm the wrong Ice for your bruise and that's no lie
Meanwhile the penile
is stacked to the top wit my niggas
Mostly for squeezin triggas
I call em homies
Pigs
call em crooks
So I write and put bucks on they books
I give a fuck about a cop or a
G-man
They all talk shit
Their breath smellin like semen
I ctach em in the alley all
alone
Put em in the prone
Pop! Pop! Pop! To the dome
Chorus:
It's the G
Style
Gangsta Style
Cerse 2:
G Style, the gangsta talk on the phone flex
I
got a teflon .9
And it eats vest
I take a mothafucka out quick
Just for talkin
shit
Ride Rolls
Catch hoes like a mitt
LA, Atlanta, New York
Yo, my shit
rocks
Chi-Town, Miami, Detroit
I get much props
Because I roll with the hardcore,
gee
Every street's the same to me
I don't bullshit
I don't quit
Writin a rhyme
fit
KKK pray each day
That I get hit
Mothafuckas try to flip on the Icepick
Move
and slip
Close the eyes and catch a fuckin clip
Not in the ghetto no more but I do
hang
Got a black game and it's sittin on them thangs
I kick the game from the
street
Not the slamma
Tighten up my knockas with a big lead
hammer
Chorus
Verse 3:
Some of the times I write my raps with extreme
speed
Some of the times I take the pen and make pads bleed
My minds clicks to
Homocide
Bullets fly
Ladies cry
A lotta people die
Some nights I can't
write
Stare at the blue lines, I think I'ma go blind
Then the beat becomes me
Sit in
the dark and write a whole fuckin LP
G-Style, the gangsta talk
Never near soft
Hard
as a knockout bout
It's no sellout
I keep crime in my rhyme
Cause it's my
thing
Packed with guns and drugs and lots of street slang
A-B-C-D-E-F, and
L.A.P.D.
Words from a mothafuckin O.G.
Ammo Dump pumps the sounds that you bump in your
trunk
So turn it up punk
What'cha fraid of?
What'cha made of?
Pull the
pin
Set the grenade off
Blastin sounds out ya jeep
On every city street,
nigga
Straight gangsta beat
Chorus
Verse 4:
Many like to dress the
style and act hardcore
Many mothafuckas are and they crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut
in a night club
Don't smoke bud
Drink suds
But I gets loved, mack, cool
I scope
the freak with the mad backs
Hit her with the gangsta style
Cool, relaxed, bam
Put
her in the Benz
Bump to short, let her know
Right off the top, what's my sport
You
think long
You think wrong
You got it goin on, baby doll
But I won't sing you no love
song
You either love me or you don't
You're either rollin tonight or you won't
She
likes the style
Cause it don't bullshit around
Tounge in my ear, real slow
And then
it went down
I gotta flip into a ill mode
Pack a clip full of hype tracks and then
unload
Music for the hardcore beatdown
No weak pop shit
Strictly underground
And
if you don't like the style, as I get wreck
Ease back a nigga, catch a knife through the
neck
Chorus
Talk:
Yeah, this is goin out to all the hardcore mothafuckas
out there representin it.
I'm talkin about the niggas out there bringin the
noise.
Mothafuckas like PE, my main nigga Ice Cube, the ghetto boy,
naughty by nature, EP
mothafuckin MD, my homegirls, yo, yo,
and MC Light, that's a fix, all to fuckin magnetics, BDP,
my nigga
Tim Doll, Eric P and my Kim, and my main mothfucka from
up north to
short.
Yeah! The G Style.
My name is Ice mothafuckin T, and all you week ass played
out
suckas, out there talkin that week soft ass shit, can kiss my black ass.
This is G
Style mothafucka | | | |
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