Um das bisschen Liebe

歌詞

[Intro:] Cmon, West coast baby! What's the business? Yeah What's crackin? Capital city, Boy Y'all know what I mean? Uh [Chorus:] Everybody stand up, If ya feelin the spot and ya feelin the knot, Let's G-O Getcha getcha g-getcha getcha hands up Getcha getcha g-getcha getcha hands up So what ya body scared of? If ya still in the mood and ya feelin the groove, Let's G-O Getcha getcha g-getcha getcha hands up Getcha getcha g-getcha getcha hands up [Verse 1:] Sauced out, Bossed out, Dawg, We clutchin the game We tear the block up for the product, We hustle this, Mane We pick up and choose different moves, You cuffin a dame Glistenin jewels, We dip in crews, You stuck in the game Still meadow, Real ghetto, Ain't nothin for fame Cali boys, Khakis wit the cuffs and the chucks for the bang Fresh off the block, Where the pots rock others to slang And if you trip, Ya get the whole clip stuck to ya brain Classic whip, Wit the chrome dip huck in the frame Captivatin strips soon as it touches the lane Hog mob and i'm in love wit the game Before I change, I'll put a thang to my jugular frame [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I'm flamin steel, Hang wit the crips cause the game is real And the cutless in the color of the guts is the same as skrill Believe tuck is the stainless steel Should've never gave the yankee dude no game to deal We keep grips on the chip, But we came to chill If ya trip, We pop somethin, And it ain't a pill Dawg, I'm seven miles west in the sedan deville And it's blessed from woodgrain degrill Where we at homie, It's heartless and bangin steel And wit the pistons, They get active like Ron Artest and Jermaine O Neal Even the cops ride and aim to kill One life, How could I not strive to gain a meal? [Chorus]