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letra de keep it gangsta - g-dep

[g. dep]
i got enough flows to spit, they cold as sh-t
give you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip
i got enough o’s to get, and hoes to hit
try to stick ya nose in sh-t, get froze and stiff.
talk about load ya clip, and o’s you flip.
when you ain’t holdin sh-t but droze and d-ck.
roll the spliff, take the toke
you either gittin cake or broke
you can stay awake or (?)
take a note, take a vote
buy a landslide or tell ya man slide or i shake ya boat.
take ya toast, this rap sh-t i make the oath
to get cake, or estates by the lake or boat
bad hoes, (?)
see the snake, (?) leave faith then they hate to go
yo, its to late to blow
ya run around pay for hoes, that’s why ya paper low

[shyne – hook]
we them n-gg-s with big guns and big d-cks
fload ya block, and keep it gangsta
we them n-gg-s with big guns and big d-cks
coat them rocks, and keep it gangsta
we them n-gg-s with big guns and big d-cks
drop the top, and keep it gangsta
we them n-gg-s with big guns and big d-cks
wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta

[shyne]
shyne po, i keep it (?) like i’m supposed too
in a hard top something fronten
i must of (?) died, came back as a rapper
scareface, smith and eights, in my life after
bone crushers on my hip, cause sh-t get thick
in the myths, of killas tryin to get rich
i’m two sh-lls from h-ll, you can tell i’m made for this life
district (?)
i don’t give a f-ck, cuase i’m’a do me
till them hollow points, rip through me
i was born to die, live for what
plush sl-t, bucks, guns and? duffs?
spent late nights in the kitchen, wishen
watchin the pot boil, mixin, sniffin
keepin america high, and why wouldn’t i
gangstas don’t talk, we beat the case and walk

[shyne – hook]
we them n-gg-s with big guns and big d-cks
flood ya block, and keep it gangsta
we them n-gg-s with big guns and big d-cks
coat them rocks, and keep it gangsta
we them n-gg-s with big guns and big d-cks
drop the top, and keep it gangsta
we them n-gg-s with big guns and big d-cks
wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta

[g. dep]
yo, i got wild fed to earn, lead to burn
stop sign on ya slot time, dead ya turn
lotta cats gotta wait til they dead to learn
pastor rev. sermen, ya learnin
ima wild card to play, guard ya pay
goodbye’s hard to say, cause ya moms to pray
ya lookin odd and gay, i’m modern day
ima rep till i’m hard and gray, pardon me (may)
ima make it hard today, bombs away
lunach grenades, at your (?) and blaze
calm ya rage, i ain’t even on ya page
ya see-through like lingerie, guns in a large array
hit tha door, kick the raw, spit that law, spits some more
everybody hit tha floor, i’m quick to draw
flows like hittin b-tches raw, to sick to cure.

- g dep

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