Street Military Gasta Get Paid текст песни, слова песни Gasta Get Paid Street Military & Klondike Kat
Street Military - Gasta Get Paid
feat. Klondike Kat
Nine o-clock in the morning and I'm just gettin up for school
I'm supposed to been there at eight
But damn another niggaz rules, this hangover ain't no punk
A nigga need somethin to make this pain shrink
So I guess I'll roll me a square and dip it in a little bit of this ink
And how much you wanna bet that Click em' juice makes my head lighter
Works every time then a 40 or quart makes my morning brighter
Then I'm about ready to thrown on my clothes and wash my sleepy face
While my body is still in bed and my mind is driftin off in space
I get my ass up, get dressed and then lay it right back down
And remain there smokin squares until lunchtime come around
And when it finally do I head to school feelin raw
Mind fried like a piece of bacon and buzzin like a chainsaw
From gettin fucked up all morning and the previous night
By time I hit campus I don't even understand life
I walk in the cafeteria, eyes blood shot red
Hoes niggaz and teachers principals sayin I look half-dead
But I don't give a fuck, who said I came here to learn
Nothin but dice in my pocket, seems like I came here to earn
Now I'm off to the bathroom, to lick a young nigga ass quick
Soon as I fall in that bitch, I'm dwellin nothing but six hoes and one pimp
Seven in the fuckin do', fall up bout 52 Scott, and four trey in a row
And after I break they silly ass I catch out
Popular big knot talkin shit with my fist locked
I gasta get paid!
[Klondike Kat:]
All of my life me had to hustle for them ends
Some of them settle for 9-to-5
Some of them usin a Mack-10
Wether it's a big robbery or wether me jack them for them keys
Watch me unload the fuckin clip and watch the victims fall to their knees
Bouillabaisse
No need for screamin just give me them jewels and them cash
The police do not have a choice
Because me niggaz me licks dem back
Bouillabaisse
Not one for struggle 'cause me let me weapons spray
No mercy upon me brain 'cause me gotsta get paid!! Coooom!
[Pharoah:]
Checkin my pockets, I might as well stop it? 'cause those hoes dough flat
Look at my freezer ain't nuthin but a stomach teaser
And that's the main reason I'm grabbin
An automatic from under the bed and oilin' it down
Can't squab in town I gotta barber with surrounds
Kickin in cribs were the crackers live a nigga will get paid
But if they don't give it up then that's they luck, too tough, that nigga gettin sprayed
Picture me holdin em at gunpoint
Smokin on one joint
Demandin for the rolex
And if they don't give up that gold in time
Keep on breakin they necks
Pistol whip and strippin em naked
Just in case they have a stash
Butt-fuckin em with the barrel if I find some hidden cash
'Cause they ain't got no business lyin' to me
See I'm a grown ass man
And if you call me a child then bitch I'm a juvenile with a gun in his hands
Oh yeah I'm starvin but I charge it to the game until I come up
But when I'm fat I'll sit back like a dirty rat on my ass just grubin tuff
Not to be cappin but it happens like that comin from number ace
A sweet invasion on a caucasian, make your pockets gain a little weight
Gasta get paid
[Klondike Kat:]
All of my life me had to hustle for them ends
Some of them settle for 9-to-5
Some of them usin a Mack-10
Wether it's a big robbery or wether me jack them for them keys
Watch me unload the fuckin clip and watch the victims fall to their knees
Bouillabaisse
No need for screamin just give me them jewels and them cash
The police do not have a choice
Because me niggaz me licks dem back
Bouillabaisse
Not one for struggle 'cause me let me weapons spray
No mercy upon me brain 'cause me gotsta get paid! Raaaaah!
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