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G, You done already flooded these niggas out, man. Now I guess it's time to let the hurricane Rain on 'em while you tango all the way To the motherfuckin' bank. 'Cause you know the only way to progress is To trust the process. It's Village Boo. It's gon' be a cold summer, It's gon' be a long year. With all these young niggas startin' war, it's gon' Be some more niggas gettin' killed. They say you ain't a real one 'til you Kill somethin', 'til you chip somethin', 'til you Make a million. Walk in this bitch with my Mask on, can't be identified if I wanna blam Somethin'. Ha ha ha, said, "Where you from?" All you heard was blaow blaow. Pop go the weasel, we don't give a fuck If you out with your people. If we don't get you, you gon' die anyway. That's how this shit go on my side in LA. Have four hundred cash rubber band on my Sofa. Took a pic for the 'Gram, but I Still ain't post it. I'm broke, baby. South Central ain't been no joke lately. But I like it like this, I put the Gang on the wall and I strike it like This. I-N-C-L-I-C-C, don't FaceTime me while I'm out In the street. I gotta keep my head on a swivel, it's A purge in the city. You ain't heard? They'll kill you. Murder games goin' on, six years in and the Hurricane goin' strong. I can't stop, five hundred grand a month, thirty Grand a stop. A million on the block, I Own Broadway Boxing. They said I had it wrong, I'm tryna see What they was watchin'. Tango, tango, Tango, tango, tango, tango, tango. Yeah, it's a lot on my plate. Young nigga gotta carry all this weight. Now the crib got a gate. I don't sell real estate, but I could put You in your place. And let's get it straight, lot of niggas that I fed actin' like they never ate. You ungrateful ass niggas. If you don't knock it off, you better use Your head 'fore I knock it off. Ayy, Big bossin'. Big checks in the mail when I'm Talkin'. Ayy, fly shit I do often. I'ma be like this until they put me in A coffin. We can talk business when you pull Up to the office. I'm still independent, I been Turnin' down offers. Big chops, ain't no tellin' what it cost us. They killin' in the city, so you gotta move Cautious. This LA, niggas run around with guns like GTA. Everybody gotta die, this could be your day. I don't know about y'all, but we don't play. If they ain't from 2Wimp Gang, then they ain't Straight. You ain't tryna elevate, then you just in The way. And we ain't got all day. Get your head in the game 'fore you fumble The play. Ayy, I'm BlocBoy Fame. Put some respect on my motherfuckin' name. Ayy, you know what I claim. Commander in chief of the 2Wimp Gang. Ayy, I'm BlocBoy Fame, I'm the OG, I give you little niggas all the game. And no, we not the same. When I die, They gon' put a nigga in the Hall Fame. That's where Eyewitness News reporter Amy Powell is Live
G Perico, BlocBoi Fame, Gotdamnitdupri — Long Year
«Long Year» — G Perico, BlocBoi Fame, Gotdamnitdupri. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:47. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
