Lirik Lagu Gutta Boyz - The Game
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
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
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- 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
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- 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.
(We gangsta daddy!)
[Sean T]Yuh!I'm sippin on that 'notiq the color of Hulk manAnd the blueberry smoke got a nigga twerkinYou niggaz is perkin - so you doin it big?You roll deep but when I see you it's just you and your kidsI roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellersAnd my pockets run deep like a Mercer tellerHaters trip when they see the whip dippin byThe paint on it change like the I-95I'm just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollowpointheat for you niggaz and the po' for the mamisSean Gotti, I'm puttin an end to camraderieI'm lettin off heat, 'til them eyes get waterySome gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'emFluids gon' disperse out like refreshin club serumI'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far from a snakeI'll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your cake
[Chorus: The Game]We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whipsThe chains, the fuckin broads we withWe gangsters nigga; we'll come through your hooda hundred deep and empty the whole clipWe gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beefAnd my niggaz'll put you under the streetWe gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say'Fore I empty the whole glock in your face
[Sean T]Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch lines on the groundJust burner shells, and police siren soundsNiggaz know who I am in the town; it ain't a circusBut it might as well be, cause you know I'ma clownI'm a terrain boss, I know most niggaz envious dawgAnd if a nigga owe me change you better give me it dawgIf you feelin like you wanna leap, make like a frogYou niggaz lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's planeI'm a stunna in this game, a federal figureBlowin doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingersI'm like a NASCAR winner poppin Mo' and Bill{?}D-Squad don't give a fuck about nobody elseI pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for hoursThe end result will probably be, pinewood and flowersSo I'll advise you deduct your QP's and powderWe gangsters and we jackin cowards (yup!)
[Chorus]
[Sean T]S.T. nigga D-Squad, G.G.DDon't get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do creepWe ride out thug, shit we don't dieWe lay low like mechanics tryin to fix up ridesA lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, when I anger it's onPoodles gon' be up missin or deadI chop haters up, like an old-ass sampleOr creep through your village, like Stallone in "Rambo"I'm like piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggazYou afros? Then I guess I got to comb you niggazSo break bread, when you see me dawg hit the flo'I'm like a nigga off the X, unpredicta-bleImitators always hollerin how gangsta they isBut got about as much courage as the Lion in "The Wiz"Shit I'm into pullin shanks on you fake Jake catsMe and my burner hold it down man we go way back
[Chorus]
[Sean T]Yuh!I'm sippin on that 'notiq the color of Hulk manAnd the blueberry smoke got a nigga twerkinYou niggaz is perkin - so you doin it big?You roll deep but when I see you it's just you and your kidsI roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellersAnd my pockets run deep like a Mercer tellerHaters trip when they see the whip dippin byThe paint on it change like the I-95I'm just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollowpointheat for you niggaz and the po' for the mamisSean Gotti, I'm puttin an end to camraderieI'm lettin off heat, 'til them eyes get waterySome gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'emFluids gon' disperse out like refreshin club serumI'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far from a snakeI'll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your cake
[Chorus: The Game]We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whipsThe chains, the fuckin broads we withWe gangsters nigga; we'll come through your hooda hundred deep and empty the whole clipWe gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beefAnd my niggaz'll put you under the streetWe gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say'Fore I empty the whole glock in your face
[Sean T]Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch lines on the groundJust burner shells, and police siren soundsNiggaz know who I am in the town; it ain't a circusBut it might as well be, cause you know I'ma clownI'm a terrain boss, I know most niggaz envious dawgAnd if a nigga owe me change you better give me it dawgIf you feelin like you wanna leap, make like a frogYou niggaz lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's planeI'm a stunna in this game, a federal figureBlowin doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingersI'm like a NASCAR winner poppin Mo' and Bill{?}D-Squad don't give a fuck about nobody elseI pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for hoursThe end result will probably be, pinewood and flowersSo I'll advise you deduct your QP's and powderWe gangsters and we jackin cowards (yup!)
[Chorus]
[Sean T]S.T. nigga D-Squad, G.G.DDon't get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do creepWe ride out thug, shit we don't dieWe lay low like mechanics tryin to fix up ridesA lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, when I anger it's onPoodles gon' be up missin or deadI chop haters up, like an old-ass sampleOr creep through your village, like Stallone in "Rambo"I'm like piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggazYou afros? Then I guess I got to comb you niggazSo break bread, when you see me dawg hit the flo'I'm like a nigga off the X, unpredicta-bleImitators always hollerin how gangsta they isBut got about as much courage as the Lion in "The Wiz"Shit I'm into pullin shanks on you fake Jake catsMe and my burner hold it down man we go way back
[Chorus]
