TD - Berner & B-Real

Gang, gang, gang, gang Them bullets rain If my mans fall down he say no names Respect the game For my niggas in the chain gang Behind the cage We gon' blow a bag a dayyyy The streets my safe yeah Gang, gang, gang, gang I'm spitting pain My big bro was twirling gang bang It's just a faze In the spot we got the blanks So swipe the face Couple bands up on a chaaaain I guess I'm paid yeah We up, we up I spent a band on my feet up They just gon' hate they can't be us Foreign is all of the cars when we link up Exclusive designer that's Dior We popped out once now the girls wanna see more Hope my lil uncle could see more More than the streets and the ave boost your ego My shit gon' blast through the speaker I'm number 1 I don't pay for a feature Oh, she hold it down she a keeper She puttin' on for the gang like Lakiesha Cj on court he gon' hit like Serena Guapo gon' play with the racks like he Venus I am the goat it's no need for repeating We running down please don't make us repeat it Brodie got locked for Nina We puttin' on in the streets they can't beat us Put my soul in this like Aretha Workin', I'm slavin' I don't need a breather Kay Rick in the spot we won't D up Piece gonna flock this shit coming from Rio And my little mans gonna re up I call up Eggy we gettin' in breesh mode Gang, gang, gang, gang Them bullets rain If my mans fall down he say no names Respect the game For my niggas in the chain gang Behind the cage We gon' blow a bag a dayyyy The streets my safe yeah Gang, gang, gang, gang I'm spitting pain My big bro was twirling gang bang It's just a faze In the spot we got the blanks So swipe the face Couple bands up on a chaaaain I guess I'm paid yeah Wish brodie was here, but he never comin' out Wish Owie was here but he took another route Shit got me thinkin' is dad comin' out And Taj he had called me and said that I got it Wavy had showed me gorillas and goblins Friends with the niggas that's killin' and robbin' I'm from the 30s and 50s where they know you shooting But they is not gon do no talking Click clack Paint the picture am talking That's ya homie, oh damn he was talking If I call BamBam for a problem he solve it Call ShaqShaq for a beat, it's a new hit It's a new hit If I called Ju for 1008 it's some new drip Bon sin spade on my chest got shot by Cupid 550 bands make your bitch go stupid 2-3 bands make a nigga feel ruthless Mom's in pain so I wrote some new shit I'm with gang we gon' see millions Ask eggy who owned them buildings Package, ship and drugs was dealin' I did wrong before I was stealin' Safe to say that I learned my lesson Before you complain better count yo' blessings Gang, gang, gang, gang Them bullets rain If my mans fall down he say no names Respect the game For my niggas in the chain gang Behind the cage We gon' blow a bag a dayyyy The streets my safe yeah Gang, gang, gang, gang I'm spitting pain My big bro was twirling gang bang It's just a faze In the spot we got the blanks So swipe the face And you gone play this shit again its on replay yeah (Gang, gang, gang) (RPG for life) (RPG for life) (We might take your wife) (Yeah)

I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it I got money, I got guns, I got ganja I got drink, I got commas, I got karma I got Wokcanos, don't got Benihanas I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee Don't give a fuck about him, I do me Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd I be T'd from my feet to my jeans to my wrist From the bling on my rib to the bling in my ear And the bling on my neck, try to take it, got a TEC Got a MAC, go brrat, leave you wet, stankin' ass I don't sell PT's, bitch, I sell shine Fuck with me and you'll be glo-in' all the time Too much ice in my watch, I can't tell the time I tried to tell the time and that shit made me blind I got a 40, got a four-five, got a nine I hop out with the nine, all my racks start divin' You better been takin' swimmin' classes or you'll be dyin' After I take you out that flour, you'll be fryin' I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it I got money, I got guns, I got ganja I got drink, I got commas, I got karma I got Wokcanos, don't got Benihanas I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee Don't give a fuck about him, I do me Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd I be T'd, I be T'd, countin' G's, smokin' B's with my B's Out in Cali fuckin' with the C's and the B's Chiraq ass nigga, sting like a bumblebee Soon as I pull off, police start followin' me Soon as I hopped out the car, your bitch start talkin' to me You ain't tryna give me top? Bitch, don't talk to me I be hoppin' in my car, she be tryna walk with me I count the money with no finger tips Look me up, Bing this shit Google this shit, Yahoo this shit Tell me what you think, read this shit You steady talkin' cash money, me, I don't believe this shit I be walkin' 'round with money, you know I be T'd with it I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it I got money, I got guns, I got ganja I got drink, I got commas, I got karma I got Wokcanos, don't got Benihanas I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee Don't give a fuck about him, I do me Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd

You start as lil' bro Then you big bro You start as lil' homie Then you big homie Niggas know me The bitches know me Salute to the Goonies Do a stick up for me When I die blow some weed Pour some liquor for me Know I keep working the whip You couldn't get up on it I've been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off Looking at the stash house Could tell you what the dirt is for I could get deeper with it Tell you what niggas murder for All this fly shit that we living for Superstitious hand is itching I'm bout to get it though Can't trust niggas The UZI is by the kitchen door Be careful what you be wishing for Well to the well is empty What is money for Can't get nothing from nothing I prove different though But never say you gettin' the money Cause they be snitchin' y'all Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack This shit is dreamy Got me weeding bout Nefertiti Bora Bora for a week When I leave Tahiti Campin' ain't' easy but the game still need me Only reason I'm around still I never got greedy The trippy thing about life Is you could live forever Keep your name good In the streets I'm tryna' do better Paper drip with sauce Yeah burnin' nice and slow Another million from the road I'm tryna buy another home I miss the jack, big forty on my lap While I'm ridin' a lot of good keep dyin' Half a pound to the neck I'ma grind tll I see the sunrise We don't rest man We don't even flex now We just feel blessed to wake up In the morning and take another breath Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack Got my bottom bitch bliffin' paper When all the neighbours got the flavor like an hour later Fuck I hate her Mind tripped in like a smoke cloud When my loud niggas have it drippin' From the joint up in my fingers Dead ringers, Rig slingers No blue dreamers Our pants are gettn' fatter while your pockets gettin' leaner Every pack of lit do bring a limoncello so much sweeter Watch these bitches change up their demeanor The grass is greener A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight If you lookin' for the doctor, got to know you pound 'em right It's all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass To the spot, payment, all cash So let me light this one and make it smell lovely No matter what you do you could never be above me I keep pushin' till the Sun sets, until the break of dawn Concentrate, I'm dabbin' to the song Mind gone Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

Shiftin' lines from the paradigm sublime On the streets of Cali, yo what's goin' on in town Wanna see my name in lights like a star gleamin' I wanna make you feel somethin', excorcise your demons Every day's a struggle, tryna make a bundle How can you stay humble when the streets love you I got a bad habit, I'm a winning-addict Livin' in sin, tragic life is fucking short damn it Can't afford wasting time when life happens Gotta get to everyday like the days are trappening Now we worldwide, it means worlds collide And we killing everything, so rather die We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate Lost in the smoke, I knew I came from nothing Inhale, exhale like the pain is nothing Picadas drops and I need the vein conduction Toke's real cheap if it's the same for suction Turn on the beat, the feejees came from something Hit the screen, spit flame and leave you a brain concussion We all play games though none of you niggas call foul New York nigga, but you know I'm smokin' that North Cal See ya landin' in, we have the right to the board now Rather smoke four pounds than hit you with the four pound So you want juice, then visit me at the store now I was gettin toward now, before I tore, tore down Global 4G star, hit you with the full clam I got to burn it let's be real I'm wit, burnin' it be real Twenty-four-seven high is always how I be feel We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate All dedication, no education Livin' life every day like I'm on vacation Beach houses seem to be my favourite destination Fake friends, I'm sick of seeing smilin' faces Look, twenty years got him shook Another loss took, cold hearted crook What a vision I just wanna see my daughter smile Money pile in the closet man that shit is wild Love the struggle, it just made the hunger much realer I'm on top, millionaire, ex drug-dealer I bet the smoke in my lung burn much cleaner Than burnt rot with a toolie on those street-sweepers Bulletproof Cadillac that shit is presidential Pretty model bitch, got great potential Dirty money hidden all in the Renault Top dog in the game, I'm on another level We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate