Gunplay - Good Kush (Triple C Mix) Lyrics
[Intro:]All I keep is real niggas round meI know real niggas that live that lifeI know real niggas that get that moneyI know real niggas that talk that talkYoung nigga, old soulI'm bout to bring out my nigga Young BreedListen to me[Verse 1: Young Breed]I'm on that good kush and alcohol***** I think I'm Al CaponeI do what the ***** I wantYou do what the ***** you toldYou a house nigga, I house niggasYou play clean ball, I foul niggasThis for all them trill niggas, no deal niggasJust getting it in in the field niggasThem real niggas I vouch for, they can call me at my crib niggaKeep two freaks in my Louie sheet, keep a couple of racks in these Levi jeansCuban *****, got a Cuban plugBoy Cuban Links with these Cuban drugsRamada's, that's where we used to count up all the dollarsQue pasa, my chopper always keep away the robbers[Intermission:]Hold up, you see my nigga Young Breed?He really get thatHe really talk thatHe really live thatThis is Triple CM.M.G.Download to DJ'sI'm bout to bring out my nigga Gunplay right now[?], it's a [?] thing niggaOh get ready for thatMy nigga GunplayStep to the mic[Verse 2: Gunplay]My horoscope, like a horror showMy worst fear, palms under oathAnd pistols jamming, or catching something from your dirty mammyObserve the damage after popping thirty zanie'sNiggas green and everything betweenI keep 'em arms limp just like this beam beamBeam, beamNo witness to recite the sceneJust a hollow empty magazineSo sad it seemsTalking shit, what's that aboutActing like I'm a lose my title boutI live what I write aboutBullshit, that's what all my homies died aboutFull clip, new stick, I'm bout to try it out[Intermission:]Stop thatYou see my nigga Gunplay?You know every word he say is trueAin't no denying that, ain't no doubting thatIt's Carol City CartelFrom M.I.A., all the way to the B.X.Specialist E.N.T., U.F.O.Oh you know how I bring itT.O.[Verse 3: Torch]Long as my *****es love me, you ***** niggas don't pay meI don't give a ***** bout no hate, two busy counting this paperLong as my *****es love me, I don't give a ***** how y'all feelThese niggas ain't never been real, none of y'all niggas gon' pay my billsSeven figures, six ropesFive traps, time to forecloseThree choppers, two hundred lowOne aim, one moreTake yours, get mine rightIn the jungle you eat what you killI put you in the soup like Prom NightJust to get another seat for a mill'My nerves bad so I smoke goodMy ***** bad but she ***** greatMy rims new, my Chevy oldFor that engine, bout seven traysTop down so you see me clearParfait's in my AudemarMy bad I met Audemar, might order more with Ross on the [?]Double M, what you know about thatOn Rodeo, what you know about racksLouie thirteen, what you know about YackThirty for the watch so you know I'm strappedBut that's a givenTryna' dodge prisonJ.O.B. just over brokeForty K every month, now that's a living
