Letra

Yeah, haha (c'mon) It's another one of them old funky Cyprus Hill thangs (Whoa, we got a live one here) Everybody wanna be a gangster (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) 'Til it's time to do gangster shit ('Sup, What you wanna do? Puto make a move) You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy (yeah) (Put up or shut up) Shit just got real up in this bitch (Shit just got real) Sen Dog, the fucking OG Bucket hat low, yo I keep it low key Puffin' yesca, shit smell so sweet Big weed cloud smoking up your whole street Cypress Soul Assassins on the creep Where we come from, yeah, the Vatos roll deep - Thick homie don't sleep Sip, sipping light beer, I don't fuck with Olde E Ease back, you're standing too close homie What the fuck you want, homes? You don't know me Jumpin' right at the speed of light, make you go to sleep Wake up nose bleeding and you got no teeth Everybody wanna be a gangster (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) 'Til it's time to do gangster shit ('Sup? What you wanna do? Puto make a move) You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy (yeah) (Put up or shut up) Shit just got real up in this bitch This one time me and Yolandi was Driving down the road smoking some herb Through the fucking streets of Johannesburg When I'm zef side I always roll strapped In a matte black Scubie with a matte black gat Subwoofer in the trunk, kicking to the bass Now I got this fuckin' .38 stickin in my waist So I pull out my gat and I leave it on my lap On the zef side of town now speeding to the left Stop at the light round the corner from my pad (yeah) Who's this knocking at my window? (Window) Nigga pointing at my front wheel says I got a flat My window's real mother fucking black So I can see him but he can't see me back He put a gun on my window and go tap tap tap So I picked up the matte black gat on my lap And I said 'Yolandi, can you please lean back?' Jy, jou ma se poes Jy's 'n fokken naai Tsek, jy gat vrek Ja you gonna die Wat die fok is aan die gang binne in jou kop? Fokkol! Bra, jy's 'n fokken flop Jy's 'n brak Ek's 'n groot moederfokken hond Stywe piele, sit dit binne in jou mond Speak, ma jy kanie Want daar's 'n piel in jou keel (Shit just got real) Everybody wanna be a gangster (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) 'Til it's time to do gangster shit ('Sup? What you wanna do? Puto make a move) You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy (yeah) (Put up or shut up) Shit just got real up in this bitch (Shit just got real) Everybody wanna be a gangster (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) 'Til it's time to do gangster shit ('Sup? What you wanna do? Puto make a move) You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy (yeah) (Put up or shut up) Shit just got real up in this bitch (Shit just got real)
Writer(s): Senen Reyes, Larry E. Muggerud, Watkin Tudor Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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