Lyrics:
entertainment
I'm the DJ, the dancer
But yo ass the answer
In my dreams I'm in the streets
I'm a blood gangsta
Give me a blunt
Or give me a bowl
I like the way
[Ja rule (fabolous)]
(we trin' to kill these niggas)
Yo
(yea, uh huh, yea)
We in the door now
(yea)
Holla, rule nigga, with the f-a-b-o haha,
Yo
Yea, Uh Huh, Yea
We in the door now
Yea
Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea
Yea
Cluemanatti
My nigga
Holla back nigga
Yea, Uh,
억 단위 돈, 내가
졸라 말해대니 그게 니 꺼 같은 거야?
니 손목에 허전한 그 맨살 안 보여?
방 안에선 안전하니 외출은 NO야
UGRS
카메라는 어렵더라 거리서 I'm hot in here
넌 눈도 못 마주치지 party girls
넌 눈도 못 마주치지
patient, compitition, sound ancient,
Im gettin followed by a Federal Agent,
Engagements, gangsta banquets, piggarements, stainless,
Leave you brainless make
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
like
"Gotti" (Yo)
"I'm throwing a party, come and parlay
Finna shoot you the addy; ain't too far from where you stay
Bad bitches and alcohol, what more I
Blood rushing bullets coming through yo eyes
Told that lil nigga shoot sumn
Boy you ain’t gangsta
Don’t play crazy
In the party
I snuck in with this 380
the show
We'll have that one bitch from Letters to Cleo
(Granny!) That's it for now, I'm out this bitch
Ay yo Gangsta Funk, show em how you got rich!
like i'm roddy
Most of yall wanna be gangstas john gotti
Most of yall rats and that is no lie
I be tryna pass the lil game to my guy
I tellem to dream
Gimme that funk, mmm (mmm)
Funk (funk), mmm (mmm)
Yo, gimme that funk (funk)
Oh yeah, baby, gimme that funk
Sho' nuff, that funk (funk)
Yo, yo
(Mike Amiri)
No corro por la de nobody
Saco la Glock en el party
Y a correr everybody, everybody
Todo el equipo tiene cash and card
Jordan no hubiese
Sabyn, it’s Jeff, hit me back!
The immaculate ones
DP, SM , JD,
Its the remix baby
Stumble outta bed and I tumble to the whip
Hop in and drive for
gangsta Cass' that I bang Cass'
Once again you came back after
Jesus saved yo' fake ass
So this ain't even a welcome
Home party for you
This is technically
I'm not into havin' clean fun
I step into the party strapped with a machine gun
But I'm no gangster like Gotti
"I'm just an M.C. to put the boogie in
Good evening
You could be anywhere in the world right now
But you're right here with me
Nah this ain't no movie
This is real life
Gotti I got this
turn into a hater
Real gangsta bitch I let ya meet yo maker
You sorry now bitch yea you betta be
They see me fly by like there go ha hip ass
They love
cherry, mane
Gangsta Memphis, kill or be killed, so it's ready aim fire
Nig gon die, bullets gon fly, momma gon cry
Nig gon try, empty that clip yo head
sonrisa dorada
A mi ya no me queda nada
Yo lo hablo a la cara
Filas con minas en la entrada
Ahora tu mira la bala
Yeah
Siento que quiero
Pero ya no me queda
YUP! ( in background)
(scratch) 1, 2, 3 as this is plain to see
I go by the name of Jermain Dupri
Dopeman fresh in the place to be
And uhh
[Chrous:]
are
Make them shake they body, bodies
It's the number one clique who love to party
We from the bottom, M-I-A
Came to have a ball and y'all, it's okay
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
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