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(Ayo, Tusk, you goin' crazy) Gang Know how the fuck we rockin', man Whole lot of gang members in this bitch, nigga On foenem, you know how we comin', man 6300 Gang, man, OTF, all that Gang, gang, gang We ain't playin', when we say it's up, it's that All that mumblin' and bumpin' your gums, nigga, say it with your chest 12 turned the lights on, turned them bitches off soon as I scratched Now we headin' to that same block where my dead opps got stretched, glah, glah We ain't from out west, but we breed niggas Come around me talkin' 'bout shit you murdered, we don't believe niggas Niggas think they savage off that Perc' and that lil' weed, hm? One of my homies crossеd me and caught that coffin, I don't need niggas, gang We the onеs that's takin' shit and make them buy it back We the ones that lay they belt and let them claim they caught the hat All the opps gon' say they all CrossWestern, but who started that? Seen the status, my opps said they gon' kill me and I hearted that, glah, glah (Gang, gang) In the county, niggas tuck tails 'cause they can't fight One of my homies died, we ain't wait for shit, we out there same night How you back with him and you know he told? That shit ain't right Don't be behind computers actin' gangster like you ain't nice Dude died, buddy got left when those shoes died Nigga, Boom died, folks got hit up, why they act like Tune died? Rumors spread, ain't get shit took from me, who told that news fried? SongtexteOne of my opps died off a fake Perc', yeah, that's suicide Yeah, nigga, go, uh Nigga, go, uh All my shorties go, uh Nigga, go, go, uh Nigga, go, uh Nigga, hmm, hmm Nigga, go, uh Nigga, go, glah, uh Get down, get down on the floor, uh Go, go, nigga, get down on the floor Nigga, go, go, go, go All my shorties go, nigga, uh Gang, gang Huh, my stripper bitch had gave young bull the drop, we can't wait to spin Lay up on that block from ten to two, bet we catch our man (Gon' get him) Niggas actin' gangster, but they pussy, all them niggas ran (Bitch-ass) When it was time for war, they got put up 'cause all my niggas sprayin' Bitch, we got more sticks inside the whip than Taliban Bitch, we mob on blocks with more drums than a marchin' band Mr.-Hop-Out With-That-Flrr, damn, that bitch done [?] again Biggest opp inside the city, kill your mans and pick up ten Shit, shit, I'm smokin' [?] and movin' with this extra mag (Woo) Damn, you can't, would've turned that pussy boy into a strand, we call him "Dank" Time is for death, if he wouldn't have ducked, he would've got in the face I ain't even got no opps, them niggas dead like juju or KKK (Nah, I ain't givin' no pass, nah) When they free that bitch who claimin' that body, we gon' kill his ass (Kill his ass) When they free that bitch who claim he 'bout it, we gon' spin his ass (Spin his ass) When they free that bitch who caught that, shh, I'ma get his ass (Damn) Yeah, nigga, go, uh Nigga, go, uh All my shorties go, uh Nigga, go, go, uh Nigga, go, uh Nigga, hmm, hmm Nigga, go, uh Nigga, go, glah, uh Get down, get down on the floor, uh Go, go, nigga, get down on the floor Nigga, go, go, go, go All my shorties go, nigga, uh Gang, gang Aus Songtexte Mania