Testo That's Gangsta - Ras Kass feat. Kurupt
Testo della canzone That's Gangsta (Ras Kass feat. Kurupt), tratta dall'album Van Gogh
Hahaha (Golden Child)
Yeah, ah, ah, yeah
Is you with me?
What up, y'all done forgot about lil' old me?
Y'all don't love me no more?
It's all good
All my real rowdy niggas, all my real niggas
Ride with ya boy one time
Uh
Lyrically, I smoke whoever it may concern
Even wearing a 21 milligram patent nigga-derm
Been broke before, ain't nothing new
But ain't nothing never knew me not to say "Fuck you"
So had my nuts not grew, I'd still hang in the streets
With lil' niggas who still bang just to eat
Bang with the heat, the waterproof spit blazes
To give y'all niggas the business like the Yellow Pages
Enter the dark ages, enter and spark stages
For whatever wages, until I'm famous
For resurrecting archaic language
And saying same shit, different toilet
See the game ain't who talented
It's about who Sound Scanned it
And now them same clowns mad at it (Get gassed)
But go figure, lyricist of the year is a white boy
And the greatest rapper a confused nigga
And that's gangsta, without banging a set
Big nuts on deck, ain't even hanging 'em yet
See it's just some things they should never forget
Ain't no motherfucking West without a R-A-S
And that's gangsta, without banging a set
Big nuts on deck, ain't even hanging 'em yet
See it's just some things they should never forget
Ain't no motherfucking West without a R-A-S
I was taught to rhyme undeniably and force niggas to think
So if you need to dance so fucking much, then buy -NSYNC
Starting a movement to move men
Motivational millimeter mantra repeated in me the monster
Me, I be the aqua
Waterproof, got a lot of truth
Spit slaughter a lot of groups
Riding without a coupe, not off without a loop
Black out, like Caligula, just a nigga that clown
With a suicidal groupie in a jacuzzi pulling my shorts down
Giving me underwater head 'til I nut and she drown
Now, how the fuck we sound?
(Man, rap is outta control, I gotta smoke something)
The homie bust me down
Took a pull off a Newport and passed it back
Nuts hang like I had elastic sacs
Bastard laughs at my kind of classic claps
Wanna know the reason why white people seem to laugh at blacks?
'Cause brothers in South Africa slaving to death in diamond mines
Meanwhile, we spending every penny to over-shine
Tell the next nigga he lesser
'Cause he can't afford to buy ice from his oppressor
So now, he pulling out nines
Willing to homicide me for mine
Meanwhile, George W. Bush got a war on crime
Introduction to the Matrix
I say the shit you know is true but wanna ignore
A metamorph metaphor
And that's gangsta, without banging a set
Big nuts on deck, ain't even hanging 'em yet
See it's just some things they should never forget
Ain't no motherfucking West without a R-A-S
And that's gangsta, without banging a set
Big nuts on deck, ain't even hanging 'em yet
See it's just some things they should never forget
Ain't no motherfucking West without a R-A-S
I pop my collar, pop pistols and pop ecstacy
Boricuas call me papi when they pop they pussy
Used to pop-lock at Locke and Watts
Pop locks in burglarized spots
Pop wheelies on the red and chrome Huffy
Graduated to Suzukis
Hot soda pop or pop bottles at Sky Sushi
Now ask me what's popping, most likely your collarbone
Ever had the feeling when you're by yourself, you're not alone?
Your big brother, and big brother see you
I'm rawheaded, my dick look like R2-D2
Like "Me, me, me too"
Speed through in a V-1-2
C-Arson style, know how we do
All money is legal, dead bread and green eagles
You funny style like Bernie Mac rapping like Beanie Sigel
Golden Child of the West, don't know how to act though
Kicked off the Up in Smoke tour for scrapping with Stat Quo
And that's gangsta, without banging a set
Big nuts on deck, ain't even hanging 'em yet
See it's just some things they should never forget
Ain't no motherfucking West without a R-A-S
And that's gangsta, without banging a set
Big nuts on deck, ain't even hanging 'em yet
See it's just some things they should never forget
Ain't no West now, Kurupt, with a R-A-S
Yeah, don't forget
Yeah, big ass posted
("Niggas, draft, pass")
("Niggas, draft, pass")
("Niggas, draft, pass")
("Let's go, Kurupt")
Credits
Writer(s): Jamaal Barrow, Leon F. Iii Sylvers, Mario Winans, Sean J. Combs
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