文本歌词

Run Up (Explicit) - The Game/Ice Cube (冰块酷八)/YG
West coast it's all about survival ni**a
West coast California's own
Black wall street D P G C
You niggas know what it is
Compton and long beach back together again
Security pat downs
I'm a star motherf**ker I been put the gat down
I been put' the MAC down
But check the people that I'm with
'Cause they'll lay you flat down
And they'll do it right now
Yeah you scared of the phone numbers that a ni**a might dial
Club hop car shows picnics
Big cars big jewels big ****s
Rush doors or gotta hop the fence
Blow this door gotta blow my rent
Gotta show my a** then go repent
Gotta call in sick and tell 'em where I went
Buck 'em buck 'em buck 'em
Don't want no problems ya'll
F**k around I'll pull out the problem solved
And watch egos dissolve
Nine times out of ten you hoes involved
You gotta problem ni**a run up
They go reppin and we go thang up
I don't give a f**k I'ma do my thang
Representing the city from which I came
You gotta problem ni**a run up
They go reppin and we go thang up
I don't give a f**k I'ma do my thang
It's too much gangsta sh*t goin' on in the f**kin' world
For niggas to be actin' like girls
I'm the Gangbang General never rhyme a subliminal
12 gauge shotty to your body a f**kin' criminal
A animal west coast beat cannibal
Who got the antidote I'm sick on this gangsta sh*t
Not blood or crip I'm a anybody killa
For realer half blood half motherf**kin' gorilla
Suicidal my flow is a automatic rifle
My rag is a flag I should hang it from the f**kin' eiffel tower
MC's I devour a lyrical time bomb
I explode to the next episode
Cutlass ridin' butler drivin'
Head low cause it's all about motherf**kin' survivin'
In the city I claim westside we bang
The game and the D P G C gang
You gotta problem ni**a run up
They go reppin and we go thang up
I don't give a f**k I'ma do my thang
Representing the city from which I came
You gotta problem ni**a run up
They go reppin and we go thang up
I don't give a f**k I'ma do my thang
Representing the city from which I came
Goin' goin' back back to the bank
Rest in peace to my safe
I'ma fly ni**a ni**a I take your ho
I'll have to leave her if she did me like coco
The devil talkin' to me but I don't hear him
Act like I'm deaf like so so
F**k you f**k him f**k them
F**k my ex and her cohorts
Hundred bottles in the club for no reason
Niggas start trippin' boom bow d**e fiend
Fendi on my shoes fendi on my belt
I'm in the fendi store I don't need help
All gold everything like trinidad
I went to high school with you b**ch you been a rat
I don't got money problems I got trust issues
Two things I gotta stayin' with two pistols
You gotta problem ni**a run up
They go reppin and we go thang up
I don't give a f**k I'ma do my thang
Representing the city from which I came
You gotta problem ni**a run up
They go reppin and we go thang up
I don't give a f**k I'ma do my thang
Representing the city from which I came