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letra de gangsta slide - young tony

(deep pockets exclusive)

you were now listening to… (everything is about getting high)
deep pocket production
(?)
old school, yo
n-gga

[verse 1]

back when i was young, i never had money
had to grab money, i was mad hungry. hit the block for that brown paper bag money
sold rock for that brown paper bag money
but i’ve grown up, i’m a new man
two gats, two hands, two shots, dudes friend
dp this sh-t, the other crews can’t
watch how we stack paper like newsstands
i’m on the block every day, all day long same sh-t, run upon cl!cks with the eight long
y’all think i got the game wrong?
before seven, i had two o’s like i’m james bond
y’all don’t know what i’ll do for the thriller league dealers
we did less without a eulogy g-unit guerillas
and everywhere i go i move with them k!llers
(with the k!llers?) yeah with the k!llers
i’m a gangster
[chorus]

[verse 2]

uh, you better did win the uzi sees you
i give you clips like a movie preview cooperate and run all your jewelry
young tones will set up shop for your community
i ain’t the best in the game but i’m soon to be
grinding before i hit p-b-rty
and really ain’t nothing you can do to me
i walk the block like i got survivor immunity
you ain’t gangsters, never slung rocks
got glocks but only bust cum shots
never grind, y’all n-ggas swipe punch clocks
down here, we stash food like a lunchbox

[interlude]
we ain’t playing man
it’s deep pockets, what you know about deep pockets?
man y’all cats don’t know nothing
n-ggas talking and rambling on and on and on and on and they know what’s- y’all don’t know what’s-
why you hating man?
mad because we making paper now we got the groupie b-tches
yeah man it’s going down man
f-ck y’all haters
can’t see us
uh-huh

[chorus]

[verse 3]

yo, get out of here with your maggot stash
i’m trying to get f-ggot cash (what?), get it?
i want money coming out my ass
money trees growing out the grass
so n-ggas see me when they go out to grab
dime bags, look like i’m throwing out the trash
i sell quality like talib kweli
just to give by pitch dimes till i fall asleep
ain’t proud it’s just like that on my street
only way to get to your dream just to fall asleep
and i don’t do this to ramble because stock is cheap
everything i say is what i do when i walk the street
play the corner like ty law and in intercept
at 13 got connected like the internet
rookie of year but this n-gga been a vet
sold everything from gas to weed cigarettes
[chorus]

let me take it back when we
used to dance on a track homie
this ain’t no electric slide, it’s gangsta slide
show him how the gangstas ride
et me take it back when we
used to dance on a track homie
this ain’t no electric slide, it’s gangsta slide
show him how the gangstas ride
let me take it back when we
used to dance on a track homie (i take it back)
this ain’t no electric slide, it’s gangsta slide
show him how the gangstas ride

[outro]

(?) baby, deep pockets

- young tony

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