One 50 - Gangsta Paragon текст песни

I don't care who you with
I don't care who your bitch
I don't care what you spits
I am taking a trip out of state
mask my boots camp on your face
now bow down to my gangsta paragon clips


gangsta paragon, I am long with the big gun
I drop the candy cause I am ready
fully set and ready with guns packs
bust back till the grams drop
motherfuckers it's time to stay black
collect my weapons from black jack
in the killing seasons, I shoot cops
my guns bark like the dog lamp
I'm still smooth like snoop in the shoes

fucking kill the hoes when they try to loose
quick hiding slap on your back
yeah, mr. 1-8-4-7 is jaming straps
on your dick soldiers for the holder

sell your soul in the folder, gangsta dish in your roller
while the bullets flying in your stroller




call me when you need lyrics, I'ma die to give you a hits
leave only one punchline for my son
the world ain't a thug to melt it up
roll on the high way and fucking spray the stick money on ya honey
yeah, the gaming is ag, I flip books like mr. crooks brooks
lay up a gangsta ropes on the streets
give cops the iron rap sheets with hot beef
oh shit, why you got it wrong now from the wrong mind
I smoke the book of crime, ya feel the heat of the horn sound
now picture my lifestyle in freestyle till I get high and die hard