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• Artiste: King Lil G
• Titre: Roll With A Strap
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Why must I be like that Why must I roll with a strap Nothin' but the thug in me Nothin' but the thug in me Its the muthafucken hood life You don't know But I'm a show you What the hood's like It's the muthafucken royal blue L.a. dodger cap Got pride Like eazy-e's compton hat Everybody bow down Like dr. dre's back In the alley with my homies Listening to payback In the south side All my homies post outside This my hood And I'm a show you I'm about mine We put it down If your hood wants war Non-stop get blasted In your hood once more My homies keep it gangsta That's why we're getting bigger Fuck a red rag Yeah everybody killa I'm up in the oc Cruising on bristol Gang affiliated So I brought my pistol I will talk shit Like fuck all of you Taking off my shirt Like what you wanna do homie? Why must I be like that Why must I roll with a strap Nothin' but the thug in me Nothin' but the thug in me Why must I be like that Why must I roll with a strap Nothin' but the thug in me Nothin' but the thug in me I'm a lil muthafucka But I don't give a fuck Try to act brave Get blasted the fuck up Never been afraid 12 gauge let it bust Enemy gangs We put lames in the trunk I know you heard The lapd don't like it That's why the fbi Got us indicted Man, its just so hard to be a g Oh yeah Till the enemies fall Fuck peace We winning the war Your boys keep on losing South side riding We keep on recruiting Ride homicide Till the wheels fall off Your big homies got shot So your hood got soft What's crackin' bee gee? From the smiley drive gangstas Much love swifty Centro side bangin' I gotta keep it real Thats the only way to be Royal blue bandana Yeah thats me Why must I be like that Why must I roll with a strap Nothin' but the thug in me Nothin' but the thug in me Why must I be like that Why must I roll with a strap Nothin' but the thug in me Nothin' but the thug in me I'm an l.a. gangsta, bitch I bang blue Only recruit soldiers Just never you lame fools See it on the news 2 enemies dead Got caught in the street Wearing all red Your body full of lead Cops got no witness A man in all black But they don't have my description Loaded, cock it Shoot his fucken ass Run dash Piss on my hands Never snitch Never tell For my homies up in jail Try to get you out on bail Homie I'm a lunatic L.a. where we don't like strangers We don't like snitches And we don't like rapists Southern c.a The home of real gangstas Shaggy from the drive Chillin' up in vegas I never trust a man Cause only god could save us We live & we die in l.a Nothin' could change us Why must I be like that Why must I roll with a strap Nothin' but the thug in me Nothin' but the thug in me Why must I be like that Why must I roll with a strap Nothin' but the thug in me Nothin' but the thug in me