Parole The Gambler

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  • Date de sortie : 01 Janvier 2002

Paroles de la chanson The Gambler :
Yeah c'mon welcome yeah huh

There's plenty of room for everybody man

Yeah bangin' come on yeah look

Huh, stay in my lane like a hustla never hate a motherfucker

Tolerate a motherfucker to a certain extent

When it's on, it's over don't get no chance to get popping

Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin

Just another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks

Sure as God made man, the first man was black

The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap

That's all I know, 'cuz poppa didn't raise no rats

Face the facts not the fiction

I build my empire from a pocket full of stones and a fifth of ambition

Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen

So instead of coming up, they just, come up missin'

My mission is to hit with precision, shake whole continents

Crush niggas' confidence, expose my dominance

Without no conflict, you'll never have progress

I'm sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a

One shot gambler two shot gambler

Three time felon with that itch for dough

These madd street got me puffin' on dro'

I'm guilty tryna make a living

Thirty eight albums and still no dollars

And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'?

These madd street got me puffin' on dro'

I'm guilty for tryna make a living

Bitch I ain't tryna holler at you

I'm just wanna smoke, drink, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you

I'm fightin' dirty, I'll take thirty of you motherfuckers

I'm throwing cheap shots, low blows and sucker punches

I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood

Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose

Xzibit move when I hear opportunity knockin'

But I'm a shoot straight through the door if you comin' with problems

It's too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top

Ain't no in between, trust me, like it or not

We gon' be here forever like cops and roaches

Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga

I'm a have to hit the block, then around to my hoes

I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes 'cuz

Pimpin' ain't easy y'all, it's too sleazy

Too greasy and I can't take it easy

One shot gambler two shot gambler

Three time felon with that itch for dough

These madd street got me puffin' on dro'

I'm guilty tryna make a living

Thirty eight albums and still no dollars

And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'?

These madd street got me puffin' on dro'

I'm guilty for tryna make a living

Every time I try to get out

I get dragged right the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win

Nigga got the whole world on his back

Overreact, matter fact we act like when animals attack

I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap

Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin' with that?

Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain

Inhale my smoke, it's hard not to cough or choke

Motorola nigga up the old fashion way

This ain't rap, this is shit that I was born to say

Though lately I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas

And half' ass rappers that think they can get it

We the golden state, we keep the whole thing bouncing

Y'all move units, we move mountains

Y'all rap for bullshit, tryna be on TV

We seen you, now we don't like Chandra Levy, I'm a

One shot gambler two shot gambler

Three time felon with that itch for dough

These madd street got me puffin' on dro'

I'm guilty tryna make a living

Thirty eight albums and still no dollars

And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'?

These madd street got me puffin' on dro'

I'm guilty for tryna make a living

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