Family Thang歌词

作词 : Espree, Pattersan, Pitts, West ...
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Who a real rider is?
My family fool!
That's right
Puts it down on any hood or clique
That's real trick
[Verse 1]
It's the young mackola, slangin crack to stackola
The chip motorola holds the .44 to blow ya
Dohja smoke ignites the fire like lighters
The drop 64's catch the hoes on sighta
Let's take a trip to where the homies puts it down
They get [?] and say I never come around
But I'm in traffic, tryna make a proper come up
Livin in this hell hole makes me wanna blow my dome up
My baby mama is more righteous than they come
The hood's on my back, the child support don't help me none
So now I'm on a mission, ******s in my rear view
Damn it's the homie, what the ****** them ******s up to
I bust a U. and still the homies on my backside
I grab the .44 hit the petrol in a G-O metro
And damn, I still got payments on this mutha******a
I lost all the hub caps and the homies I don't trust 'em
[Chorus]
Well Young Prod if these ******s start trippin
And Twin I got your back too if it's mo' than two
And if it's mo' than three they gotta ****** with me
And that's how it's gon swing with this family thang
[Verse 2]
Y'all ******s kill me, feel me down when you up around
Clown me, down me when your ass not up around me
Now tell me G who's the ****** playa hata
Mad 'cause I put my family up on some paper
My homie Joe gave me the 'fo on your ******-ass
Hey troop I got your back loc, so won't you put the smash
Down, clowns like you I call haters
Mad 'cause you jock us but still can't fade us
It's young trip on a creep as I tips down, man
They got nothin to lose but 50 G's to gain
If I maintain a low profile like a Pirelli
'Cause ******s be schemin like evil side and wicked dreamin
Night after night be havin a ****** straight plottin
Like "Oliver Stone" out to get a grip of his own
And it's on and ain't no fakin ******s out for the takin
But if they come at me wrong Rata-tat-tat, ain't no get bacc
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now from the gate I gots to skate block to block when I'm swervin
Puffin up on that herb and still down for curb servin
Cutlass on deck, ******s trip, I'm a winner
Khakis and Chuck T's, gold D's as I bend the
******'s block, batteries hot, lockin a 40
Gold Rhimeson packin heat and it's on
******s playa hatin 'cause I stack the chip, dippin in a C-low
Puttin my bang down with my kinfolks
I see them half-ass hoes so damn down I used to figure
But now I'm hearin *******t, it makes me wanna pull a trigger
******, I put you down when you had nathin
******, but now I'm hearin 'bout your playa hatin
Rollin in my low-low '64 loc, with my kinfolks
Fake-ass locs they get smoked tho'
We still deep, we be tight like Vice Grips
Collectin chips, dumpin clips on ******s who set trip
[Chorus]
[Outro]
BiAtch
Westside and Eastside
Takin your ass on a gangsta ride
So peep this *******t out ******
It's the "in-a-cut-gang", baby, baby
And it's the South Central Cartel, baby
And it's the Young Prod thang, baby, baby
And all them ******s can't fade me
I'm crazy
Yeah, we be puttin it down for the 199-mutha******-6
You know what I'm sayin?