Game
Troublesome dainos žodžiai
I'm to gangsta for the streets watch me when i creep,
I put 5 in your jeep leave a nigga sleep,
Now you 6 feet deep over bullshit, Got a mac 10 mouth aint ever pull shit,
The ghetto don't make G's and mo' niggaz, get down the lay down like beanie mac told niggaz or meet the fo' fo' nigga, I let them guns blow nigga I'm a rider, Thug life till i die Blackwall street behind us, I'm a menace to society..F**k Caine and O'dog i got the caine and the O's dawg, I'm gangsta like hennessey and alazay thug passion, ride or die till they kill me 'n' put me in thugz mansion, Gang-bangin' this California lifestyle got me heated, They want me burried so i don't leave without the dessert eagle, Shoot 1st ask questions on my way too county jail, Kill a nigga over ma chain cos i kno ima make bail- I'm troublesome!
If i die tonight- bury me a G amongst rap legends, cos i spit bullets and rhymes, 16's and 9's, i keep a vest and a weapon ma baby momma got me stressin' prayin on ma knees every night askin' God is there a heaven, So here is my confession to my un-born child and 5 shots couldn't drop me but i didn't take 'em and smile, I lost alot o' ma niggaz to gang-bangin' n diggers, One finger on the trigger dawg i live the life of a sinner, These muthaf**kas wonna see me doin life in the penn I'M AN OUTLAW and the westcoast is ridin' again, Ma competion is none, I'm on a mission with guns starin death in the eyes 20 niggaz deep wen we riide, Ma enemies is bitches, they plottin on ma riches can't walk in the streets without the paparazzi takin pictures, lable me a made nigga all the way from compton to boston, these niggaz keep talkin i'll leave 'em dead in a coffin- I'm troublesome! Money over bitches is my motto in the streets I'm known for catchin hollows, Packin pistols n drinkin belve n grey goose out the bottle, No role models only killaz n fiends witness ma nigga strapped with gats and army fatigues, If it's murder he wrote it, if im lyin let the double XL quote it n know that I'm strictly a rap poet, Baptised in ma own tears chastized by ma own peers, Ima product of ma childhood years, Ma Mother told me I'm Hopeless, Ma pops wasn't around one of the reasons why i'm clutchin the pound, California dreamin, Chronic smoked out the beamer one hand on the nina schemin got these hoochi bitches screamin', They know that Ima celebrity, keep them cop killers in the clip and watch ma back is what ma niggaz keep tellin me, 21 years on no felony so i ride with the dessert and pay homage to the hardest rap legend- I'm troublesome!
I put 5 in your jeep leave a nigga sleep,
Now you 6 feet deep over bullshit, Got a mac 10 mouth aint ever pull shit,
The ghetto don't make G's and mo' niggaz, get down the lay down like beanie mac told niggaz or meet the fo' fo' nigga, I let them guns blow nigga I'm a rider, Thug life till i die Blackwall street behind us, I'm a menace to society..F**k Caine and O'dog i got the caine and the O's dawg, I'm gangsta like hennessey and alazay thug passion, ride or die till they kill me 'n' put me in thugz mansion, Gang-bangin' this California lifestyle got me heated, They want me burried so i don't leave without the dessert eagle, Shoot 1st ask questions on my way too county jail, Kill a nigga over ma chain cos i kno ima make bail- I'm troublesome!
If i die tonight- bury me a G amongst rap legends, cos i spit bullets and rhymes, 16's and 9's, i keep a vest and a weapon ma baby momma got me stressin' prayin on ma knees every night askin' God is there a heaven, So here is my confession to my un-born child and 5 shots couldn't drop me but i didn't take 'em and smile, I lost alot o' ma niggaz to gang-bangin' n diggers, One finger on the trigger dawg i live the life of a sinner, These muthaf**kas wonna see me doin life in the penn I'M AN OUTLAW and the westcoast is ridin' again, Ma competion is none, I'm on a mission with guns starin death in the eyes 20 niggaz deep wen we riide, Ma enemies is bitches, they plottin on ma riches can't walk in the streets without the paparazzi takin pictures, lable me a made nigga all the way from compton to boston, these niggaz keep talkin i'll leave 'em dead in a coffin- I'm troublesome! Money over bitches is my motto in the streets I'm known for catchin hollows, Packin pistols n drinkin belve n grey goose out the bottle, No role models only killaz n fiends witness ma nigga strapped with gats and army fatigues, If it's murder he wrote it, if im lyin let the double XL quote it n know that I'm strictly a rap poet, Baptised in ma own tears chastized by ma own peers, Ima product of ma childhood years, Ma Mother told me I'm Hopeless, Ma pops wasn't around one of the reasons why i'm clutchin the pound, California dreamin, Chronic smoked out the beamer one hand on the nina schemin got these hoochi bitches screamin', They know that Ima celebrity, keep them cop killers in the clip and watch ma back is what ma niggaz keep tellin me, 21 years on no felony so i ride with the dessert and pay homage to the hardest rap legend- I'm troublesome!
