Lirik Lagu Gun Smoke - Chamillionaire
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[Feat. Yung Ro]
[Yung-Ro: Intro]1 and a 2 and a 3 (Nobody!)And a 1, and a 2 and a 3 (Nobody!)And a 1, 2, 3 (Nobody!)And a 1 and 2 and a 3! (Nobody!)
[Bridge ]What ya mean? (Put ya mug on)What you mean? (Put ya mug on)What you mean? (Put ya mug on)What you mean? (Put ya mug on)..What you sayin'? What you mean? (Put ya mug on)..What you sayin'? What you mean? (Put ya mug on)
[Chorus]Gun Smoke, when you hear me cockin' it back and me gun goBooyakaa-Booyakaa leave you layin' on the floor, YeahBuck-Buck-Buck shots, come come now what you mean?Pussy mad and blood clots, Gun Smoke(repeat)
[Verse 1: Yung-Ro]-Shh!, Poof, Nobody the ghost bitchWhen it's gun smoke on the track, you know Yung Ro wrote thisYeah, forever Color Changin' Click homie!Cuz I ain't the type to switch homieSome the real niggaz never pick phoniesTo roll with me, I ride 1 deepSolo with a glock next to meSo many brothers wanna plex with meAnd I'ma show em' all who's next to seePeek-A-Boo, there's gun-smoke (Gunshots)That's how my gun go, shots out to that Po-Yoon the block like Rasaq on the mash for doughAnd I'ma fly, cocky, ignorant dudeYou don't wanna see me in a ignorant moodJust trust me dog, sit and be coolAnd we could see how fast your pivot move..(Bitch!), that's how I plex, execute em'With a red-beam, not even Neo, can't dodge what I'm shootin'So if you hatin', you better be expectin' some fireFrom Nobody the Ghost, and the Mixtape MessiahSo what you sayin' slick, say it to my faceIt's on the tip of my tongue, and I'm gettin' tired of it's tasteHey!, that's not for you son, let me give you the truth sonYou not the truth son, we the realest reppin' (Houston)Color Changin' Click, we hot, ain't playin' mayneCockin' back I'm sprayin' man, I'm-I'm just sayin' mayneWhat I gotta do to help you kids understandLove Ro, if not for rap for what he is as a manI'ma inspiration in the hood for niggaz that struggleQuit complainin', singin' sad songs get up and hustleGet ya money mayne, sleep later and hoes get nothin'No love, no patience, no cash, hold up, just nothin'In they face screamin' get money nigga, because I'm true to itAnd it's nothin' let you tell it, it's somethin' you new to itAnd I'ma keep makin' you bitch niggaz mad at meSay Koopa, fuck rap, niggaz can't fuck with my mentality
[Cham: Hahaha, yeah][Ro: G'yeah][Cham: Yeah, yeah][Ro: Nobody the Ghost man][Cham: Sho'][Ro: Uh-Uh, yeah][Cham: It's Koopa][Ro: It's that Mixtape, M-Mixtape, M-Mixtape Messiah]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]Yeah, I'm the man the chief, look how I handle weakass niggaz who thinkin' that they could have my streetsI'm wavin' my weaponary at a random sweepAnybody that want it, can get a can of beefWhy you kissin' and tellin' my lil spanish freakshe kissin' and tellin' me how the bang it sleepIf it's someone else it's playin' it's weakIt's a problem who gonna go handle it (it's me)Real niggaz be sayin' what type of man is heIs the nigga a fraud? nigga let me seeI know the nigga a lesser man then meIf he said to them instead of meYou makin' some noise, it don't jam to meSo the game is currently gon' depend on meI'm the nigga that gave you a 50 jammin' streetIf I bomb on the nigga, I'ma fantal beefGive a damn if I loose a couple fans a weekCuz niggaz that's real is gonna stand with meGive a damn if I loose a couple friends a weekCuz I ride to the end, and it'll end with meAnd some pretend to be, friends but they just fakin' the feelingYou know he fake, and you fakin' it with himAnd the nigga be thinkin' his fakin' is hittin'Who the hell is makin' this niggin'feel like he ready to slander meLike he ain't never gon' have to bedealin' with the uh MajestyChamillionaire yeah, I'm makin' a livin'You fakin' a livin', and I don't give a damn who's house you inI bring the roof down like it's weights in the ceiling
[Cham: Haha, yeah][Ro: Yeah][Cham: Chamillitary man!, respect the name, respect the game, respect yeah already]
[Yung-Ro: Intro]1 and a 2 and a 3 (Nobody!)And a 1, and a 2 and a 3 (Nobody!)And a 1, 2, 3 (Nobody!)And a 1 and 2 and a 3! (Nobody!)
[Bridge ]What ya mean? (Put ya mug on)What you mean? (Put ya mug on)What you mean? (Put ya mug on)What you mean? (Put ya mug on)..What you sayin'? What you mean? (Put ya mug on)..What you sayin'? What you mean? (Put ya mug on)
[Chorus]Gun Smoke, when you hear me cockin' it back and me gun goBooyakaa-Booyakaa leave you layin' on the floor, YeahBuck-Buck-Buck shots, come come now what you mean?Pussy mad and blood clots, Gun Smoke(repeat)
[Verse 1: Yung-Ro]-Shh!, Poof, Nobody the ghost bitchWhen it's gun smoke on the track, you know Yung Ro wrote thisYeah, forever Color Changin' Click homie!Cuz I ain't the type to switch homieSome the real niggaz never pick phoniesTo roll with me, I ride 1 deepSolo with a glock next to meSo many brothers wanna plex with meAnd I'ma show em' all who's next to seePeek-A-Boo, there's gun-smoke (Gunshots)That's how my gun go, shots out to that Po-Yoon the block like Rasaq on the mash for doughAnd I'ma fly, cocky, ignorant dudeYou don't wanna see me in a ignorant moodJust trust me dog, sit and be coolAnd we could see how fast your pivot move..(Bitch!), that's how I plex, execute em'With a red-beam, not even Neo, can't dodge what I'm shootin'So if you hatin', you better be expectin' some fireFrom Nobody the Ghost, and the Mixtape MessiahSo what you sayin' slick, say it to my faceIt's on the tip of my tongue, and I'm gettin' tired of it's tasteHey!, that's not for you son, let me give you the truth sonYou not the truth son, we the realest reppin' (Houston)Color Changin' Click, we hot, ain't playin' mayneCockin' back I'm sprayin' man, I'm-I'm just sayin' mayneWhat I gotta do to help you kids understandLove Ro, if not for rap for what he is as a manI'ma inspiration in the hood for niggaz that struggleQuit complainin', singin' sad songs get up and hustleGet ya money mayne, sleep later and hoes get nothin'No love, no patience, no cash, hold up, just nothin'In they face screamin' get money nigga, because I'm true to itAnd it's nothin' let you tell it, it's somethin' you new to itAnd I'ma keep makin' you bitch niggaz mad at meSay Koopa, fuck rap, niggaz can't fuck with my mentality
[Cham: Hahaha, yeah][Ro: G'yeah][Cham: Yeah, yeah][Ro: Nobody the Ghost man][Cham: Sho'][Ro: Uh-Uh, yeah][Cham: It's Koopa][Ro: It's that Mixtape, M-Mixtape, M-Mixtape Messiah]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]Yeah, I'm the man the chief, look how I handle weakass niggaz who thinkin' that they could have my streetsI'm wavin' my weaponary at a random sweepAnybody that want it, can get a can of beefWhy you kissin' and tellin' my lil spanish freakshe kissin' and tellin' me how the bang it sleepIf it's someone else it's playin' it's weakIt's a problem who gonna go handle it (it's me)Real niggaz be sayin' what type of man is heIs the nigga a fraud? nigga let me seeI know the nigga a lesser man then meIf he said to them instead of meYou makin' some noise, it don't jam to meSo the game is currently gon' depend on meI'm the nigga that gave you a 50 jammin' streetIf I bomb on the nigga, I'ma fantal beefGive a damn if I loose a couple fans a weekCuz niggaz that's real is gonna stand with meGive a damn if I loose a couple friends a weekCuz I ride to the end, and it'll end with meAnd some pretend to be, friends but they just fakin' the feelingYou know he fake, and you fakin' it with himAnd the nigga be thinkin' his fakin' is hittin'Who the hell is makin' this niggin'feel like he ready to slander meLike he ain't never gon' have to bedealin' with the uh MajestyChamillionaire yeah, I'm makin' a livin'You fakin' a livin', and I don't give a damn who's house you inI bring the roof down like it's weights in the ceiling
[Cham: Haha, yeah][Ro: Yeah][Cham: Chamillitary man!, respect the name, respect the game, respect yeah already]
