Songtext:
[ intro ] Klebefolie für Fenster Gyeah Westside Somebody told me They want some of that thug shit up in here Westside So i'ma take ya back down memory lane And give ya some of that wicked shit And i'ma do this right here For all my cpt g's in the house Check this out Filz basteln
[ verse 1 ] As my life takes a twirl I say fuck the world Cause sometimes it seems That it's all a bad dream Pops must have fucked with moms On the scheme But sooner or later He left our 2 man team Strampelsäcke But fuck him Times done changed i'm in the game And i bring moms pain Cause the game is slangin caine Cries from my eyes as i hits the street Pounds in the chest tha heart beats As i roll with heats Pops wasn't around but for a minute or shit Until he skipped across town With another bitch to stick Homepage Langenfeld Stuck moms one more times Then dropped a dime And on top of that Had a son same age mine But, uhh, don't blame me Cause lord i try not to Have an attitude like 'fuck him until i die' But now i rebel and cause moms hell And hit the blocks Cause i'm into makin illegal mail Brauhaus Köln Gyeah
[ val ] If you keep your hood tight Everything's gonna be alright If you're down then you can ride with me It's thicker than water baby Me and you It's thicker than water baby So what we gon do Tischläufer lila
[ verse 2 ] Now i runs with a gang That hoo-bangs for fame And crosstown robberies know tha nickname Leave 'em dead in they shoes As we servin the blues G's that pack tools pay dues to rule So it's cool they dumps and we dumps back Me and my g's and the 6-4 black Finanzierungen Layin 'em flat rata-tat-tat From the gat and shit We represent y'all hit the bricks When the pistols spit And i had a straight bitch and shit, that's cool I slang for cash while she hit the books in school I live and die for the hood, she knew the rule Love for this thug when the world would seem cruel I crips where the enemies dwell but i'm no fool Undercover drive off strapped with the tool But i slipped then packed my clip My hoodrat tripped and didn't scoop But they still didn't shoot Gyeah
[ val ] Chorus 2x
[ verse 3 ] I made it to deuce-5 baby and that's luck In this rap shit to try to make some bucks (ching , ching) Seems like the gang bang thang got tougher A little bit younger but then bit rougher They been tellin me To watch out for jealousy Cause now a friend of me was a enemy Strange the game done changed switched Ain't that a bitch With the rivals makin some change In and outta lanes in the passenger seat Me and you and our crew strapped with heat Outta town runs for funs no beef We all hit licks and blows the chronic leaf But payback's a bitch in the end you know And she sets up traps Cause she snatch for dough Let it go no come up your last trick Cause my brother's got my back When the shit gets thick Gyeah
