Lirik Lagu Cocaine - The Game
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ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[ Verse One ]I'm too gangsta for the streets, watch me when I creepI put five in ya, G - leave a nigga sleepNow you six feet deep over bullshitGot a Mac 10 mouth ain't never pull shitThe ghetto know made G's and mo niggazGet down or lay down, like Bennie Mack told niggazOr meet the fo fo, nigga - I let the guns blow niggaI'm a rider - thug live til I dieBlack Wall Street behind us - I'm a menace to societyFuck Cane And O dogg, I got the cane and the o's, dawgI'm gangsta like Hennesy and Alizay, thug passionRide or die til they kill me and put me in thugs mansionGang bangin, this California life-style got me heatedThey want me burried so I don't leave with out the Desert EagleShoot first, ask questions on way to country jailKill a nigga over my chain, 'cause I know I'ma make bailI'm troublesome
[ Verse Two ]If I die tonight - bury me a G, amongsts rap legends'Cause I spit bullets and rhymes, sixteens and ninesI keep a vest and a weapon, my baby momma got me stressinPrayin on my knees every night, askin God is there a heavenSo here is my confession to my unborn childIf five shots couldn't drop me but I ain't take 'em and smileI lost a lot of my niggaz to gang bangin and ditchesOne finger on the trigger, dawg, I live the life of a sinnerThese motherfucker wanna see me doing life in the penI'm a outlaw and the westcoast is ridin againMy competition is none, I'm on the mission with gunsStarring death in the eyes, 20 niggaz deep, when we rideMy enemies is bitches - they plottin on my richesCan't walk in the street with out paparazzi taking picturesLabel me a made nigga, all the way from Compton to BostonThese niggaz keep talkin, I leave 'em dead in the coffinI'm troublesome
[ Verse Three ]Money over bitches is my motto, in the street I'n known for catchin hollo'sPacking pistols and drinking (belvy) and grabbles out the bottleNo roll models, only killas and fiendsWithness my niggaz strapped with gats, an army for teensIf it's murder, he wrote it, if I'm lyinglet the devil excel quoted and know that I'm strictly a rap poetBabtized in my own tears, (chestized) by my own peersI'm a product of my childhood yearsMy mother told me I'm hopeless, my pops wasn't aroundOne of the reasons why I'm clutchin a poundCalifornia dreaming, chronic smoke out the beamerOne hand on the nina,scheeming got these hoochie bitches screamingThey know that I'm a celeberty - keep the cop-killers in the clipAnd watch my back is what my niggaz keep telling meTwenty-one years old, no felonies so I ride with the Desertand pay homage to the hardest rap legendsI'm troublesome
[ Verse Two ]If I die tonight - bury me a G, amongsts rap legends'Cause I spit bullets and rhymes, sixteens and ninesI keep a vest and a weapon, my baby momma got me stressinPrayin on my knees every night, askin God is there a heavenSo here is my confession to my unborn childIf five shots couldn't drop me but I ain't take 'em and smileI lost a lot of my niggaz to gang bangin and ditchesOne finger on the trigger, dawg, I live the life of a sinnerThese motherfucker wanna see me doing life in the penI'm a outlaw and the westcoast is ridin againMy competition is none, I'm on the mission with gunsStarring death in the eyes, 20 niggaz deep, when we rideMy enemies is bitches - they plottin on my richesCan't walk in the street with out paparazzi taking picturesLabel me a made nigga, all the way from Compton to BostonThese niggaz keep talkin, I leave 'em dead in the coffinI'm troublesome
[ Verse Three ]Money over bitches is my motto, in the street I'n known for catchin hollo'sPacking pistols and drinking (belvy) and grabbles out the bottleNo roll models, only killas and fiendsWithness my niggaz strapped with gats, an army for teensIf it's murder, he wrote it, if I'm lyinglet the devil excel quoted and know that I'm strictly a rap poetBabtized in my own tears, (chestized) by my own peersI'm a product of my childhood yearsMy mother told me I'm hopeless, my pops wasn't aroundOne of the reasons why I'm clutchin a poundCalifornia dreaming, chronic smoke out the beamerOne hand on the nina,scheeming got these hoochie bitches screamingThey know that I'm a celeberty - keep the cop-killers in the clipAnd watch my back is what my niggaz keep telling meTwenty-one years old, no felonies so I ride with the Desertand pay homage to the hardest rap legendsI'm troublesome
