Black 64 歌词

Black six-four, gold Daytons roam And hit the block non stop nigga straight out bone And just passing through, didn’t have no strap Point my finger at your asses says smoke like that Hit your enemy block, rolling four cars deep Two Chevs, one 'Lac and a IROC-Z Riding low shotgun gauge ready to peel Windows down, top drop, bumpin' Realer Than Real Hit the block, gauge cocked, hangin' over the do' Seven shot, one squeeze, ride pump, ya know? Never slip in the streets of the Garden Block 'Cause muthafuckas get smoked a lot Hit the flow and I come, you try to run you get gunned down Four deep on the creep, I’m about to put your ass to sleep And ain’t no sense in locking up the door 'Cause one kick from one the cliques we'll be in that hoe So make way as I unload my A-K on your house Then degrade as I take one of your closest family members out It’s the Bo, I thought you knew, oh punk you didn’t know? Well meet my forty-four (four, four, four, four) Face to face we shoot out with the next hood On the creep, they say the Bo-loc’s no good And it’s your ass that got me pulling a mask, popping a cap Want me to tap daddy on that ass with my mask? It’s all for one and one for all Fucking with the Bo and I'll be bustin' and getting AWOL Pulling a gat, going in for the big Jack Caught them fools on they back Woke them up with the mac, now give me the scrap 'Cause that’s how we living in ninety-three I watch my back plus I’ll be strapped 'cause ain’t no jacking see So don’t try, this punk tried denyin' I knew was lying I started firing, now one at a time they all retirin' Close range, living in strange, can’t be tame I pull the mac and take the police out the fucking game I been a slave, and I ain’t going back Police jacked with the intentions to sendin' it back