Testi musica canzoni

Aiy, can you say gangsta shit? (Gangsta shit)
Say gangsta shit (Gangsta shit)
Can you say gangsta shit? (Gangsta shit)
Say gangsta shit (I ain't sayin no mo')

We bout to step up - and move on, y'know
We bout to step up - and move on, ha hah!
We bout to step up - and move on, y'know
We bout to step up, hmm..

Now I still be knockin bitches like it ain't shit (it ain't shit)
Because I'm dynamic, I program it, and make a hit
Whether I'm in Dada jeans or crape silk slacks
Flyness be the reason that my shit cracks, cause
when I'm on the beats I'm fuckin all y'all up (all y'all up)
Then I get up on the mic and scoop up all your mutts (all your mutts)
I make you so saditty bitches wanna shake y'all butts
(shake y'all butts) And you make you ballin niggaz wanna grab your lux
Hangin with bangin niggaz that bring the heat for real
And if you ain't gotta make a chip on my beats no deal
Cus I negotiate everything with no fuss (fuss!)
Spend 20 G's on my record, it's gold - plus (plus!)
Fuckin every competitor on the stage - up (up!)
Then I come to your city and get laid - up (up!)
Give it everything I got to stay paid - up (up!)
And if you feelin a nigga then say whaaat? (What!)

Hook: [James Debarge]
As we mooove toward the light
With broads on our right (broads on our right)
And haters to the left we part the way (we part the way)
Put aside our prestige (prestige)
We're really M-A-D (lit up)
From the cage to the stage we come to play

[DJ Quik] AMG let 'em know

[AMG]
Wit more bounce than a b-ball, me and Q see-saw
Thick or slim, I clown hoes wit a hee-haw
Relax, the Roley's real
Cartier tank, platinum and steel
I'll