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Vertaling: C-Moord. Gangsta Walk.
the nine, nine Bow down bustas ain't no bannin' me Now I'm back, and I'ma walk on with Layzie and the Mo Thug family Dub-C, C-Dub rippin', trippin',
Yeah, yeah, I'm a every day walk my dogs Like a motherfuckin gangsta; gun toaster, slash pranksta In the 7 on Dalvins with Cash, we be mashin To the club
time. Did 17 murders wit the same 9. Goddamn nigga, im just runnin my mouth. But im still reppin the south. Yall know what im talkin about, walk in with
And see what we find on this path called, 'Stranded on death row' So duck when I swing my shit I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits The gangsta
, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer The gangsta
CP3! Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down My lil cousin Hot Boy the new mayor of the town C-Murder and Wango got the jets on lock And me and Silkk
don't give a fuck if it was D T's They be up like the sea breeze on C C's And they handin' out these murders like free cheese Could you pass me the
Me and my closest road dog came up in an early age on the corner servin cane gang bangin and everythang we some mutherfuckin gangstas broke to the right
that nigga Warden Nell He gave birth to the best emcee you never heard Lever after lever and was clever with whatever word Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C
Down Westside connect gang connect gang bing bing bang Bow Down Westside connect gang connect gang bing bing bang Bow Down Westside connect gang connect gang
your mean green and blow weed my friend To the West side connect with these gangsta threats Commence to represent them Compton streets My 44 mag slugs guaranteed to fly (Boom boom) The murder
In the ghetto you're fucked Ah - press your luck I said... (verse 2) Y'all can follow me, see how gangstas walk Real killas spit the strap and don't talk Set trip, murder
Counting down: 4 3 2 1 Chorus x8 (c-murder) Tru niggas gonna ride (we gonna ride or die) Verse 1: (c-murder) Hit em' up, hit em' up, nigga I fuck
