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(feat. Bigg Rocc, T-Bone) [Intro: Bigg Rocc] for my niggas and my bitches, what's crackin' It's John Doe in this mothafucker, what's really goin' on I'm all good, we about to hit you mothafuckers up side the head with that real gangster, money hungry, street shit you know what I'm sayin, fuck y'all, what's up Ren [Verse 1: MC Ren] we duck and dodge you mothafuckers, attack when we need to Compton still the shit, still up in your grill you're gettin' fucked by a legend, tell how do it feel as I caress the Mic, shoot my sperm and dice y'all can still kiss my ass, ass black as the night gay niggas on the Mic, is all barkin' no bite Black Revolutionary, that's my title While these stupid niggas wanna be American Idols I started this gangster shit and this the mothafuckin' thanks I get the whole world ain't shit, my whole catalog, is so explicit niggas never sold a million just waitin' to diss it John Doe shit, rep it fully come through, slap you and your bitch like bully new year coming, we gon to shoot in the air cause mothafuckin' Compton niggas, we just don't care, nigga... Songtexte [Chorus: Bigg Rocc] Gotta get my papers, gotta get my meals I'ma keep the street, some shit that you feel No time for that bullshit that's why I keep the steel Aim for your grill with the ditches to kill Gotta get my paper, gotta get my meals I'ma keep the street, some shit that you feel No time for that bullshit that's why I keep the steel Aim for your grill with the ditches to kill, nigga [Verse 2: Bigg Rocc] I'm runnin' these streets with no conscience niggas the work I mean, is not behind these niggas uhh, scary niggas, paranoiad niggas John Doe been the tight, big bike stealers take it down, flat right like a tyre mad at your bosses, we the niggas for hire hot shit, we make niggas duck quick ain't nothin' changed, Compton niggas still the bang bout to take over, cause niggas slippin' while we hit licks, and niggas straight dippin' matter of fact we stay ready for combat Uhh, we let our gats go rat-a-tat-tat keep you skat, bitches stay yellin' they're fuckin' with some Com-town felons News at 11 with no clue, we shoot niggas at their shoes we beat bikinis mothafuckers like blues... [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bigg Rocc] they say the money is the root of all evil I say not legit, Junky-Ass-People haters, like to see niggas starved put thier bitch up, when you full they whole card Corners is gettin' hot in California niggas return your bitch ass into donor I hustle on these streets for meals Bigg Rocc, John Doe shit that you feel... [Verse 4: T-Bone] comin' out the barrel, the tip is hollow one neat on your chest, was this nuckle follow lookin' shady in the date like takin' your shit spit lead, you'll get sprayed up and jaw get hit T-Bone in your money and it's funny as fuck when I'm starvin' and scooped all your side walk stucks Smith and Wesson is loaded, and it take when I hold it and it's restin' on the ground with that rag I fold it, you know... [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania