Оригинален текст
Artist: Silkk the Shocker f/ Kane & Abel, Mo B. d*ck
Album: Charge it 2 Da Game
Song: What Gangsta's Do
Silkk the Shocker
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
Chorus
What gangstas do for money
187, 211 I'm bout it bout it see yo I'm down to do whatever
Silkk the Shocker
I wants money the powers the s**t nigg*
I need dollar s**t
Til I win the lotto b*tch
My motto is to get rich
Hustler make things all right
Connected on our flight
You need da Gs and keys over in the car
Drove back all night
Won't do nuttin for some ass
While I will do anything for some cash
fk the police
now I from city fresh off a copper's ass
What you gon do when the bills don't come
And what you gon do when it's time ta lay it down
Dis nigg* don't give a fk bout nuttin but
Dollar dollar bills y'all
Da real y'all
I'm tryin ta get a mil y'all
I cost dese things dat I can afford dat I want
You calls for da Cadillac wit da 5th wheel
And, I'm up in the trunk
So don't get mad when you see me with a ski mask
I be blastin'
I'm gonna get the cash by any means
The stash
Plus a nigg* gotta survive and a nigg* gotta eat
You're gon be surprised when I'm over your eyes
when you see me on the creep
Chorus
Abel
Dem dat feel us
Be de killas and dealers
Witness my s**t nigg*
Strong arm for skrilla
Top yo mama for a dollar
Gangstas do what we gotta
Back da coke sell the powder
For the money and power
No Limit rider
b*tch don't make me sayin no lotta
If it's over my loot
I shoot and never miss
But's it's burned from my clip like a pot of hot grits
Down for gangsta s**t for the chips and grip
Kane
nigg* down to do some work
Put in work make it hurt
Take my hollow chips
Wipe em wit my T-Shirt
Charge It 2 Da Game
Chasin fortune and fame
Never snitchin, ears itchin
Feds mention my name
Mr. Abel Mr. Kane stay tru to da game
If it ain't about the paper we jus can't understand
Abel
If you ain't scared
Better get somewhere when I pull dis trigger
We some seven figure military minded
Chorus
Silkk the Shocker
Show me money
I'm smooth I'm street smart
But I don't play by da rules, nigg* move til we get caught
You know I'm bout my mail nigg* can't you tell
P gon get me out of jail nigg* he goin for da bail
But I'm a sleep in my cell til they call my name
And rappin to me all night cuz of all this fame
Now I ain't gonna let anyone get near me
He was hella tight
I'm told em someone get out they came for a light
They suggested I wanted to be rich and I was like mad as fk
But I'm bout ta bail ya out so y'all stay up escape
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama cuz we freakin man
nigg* just waitin for the champagne
And cuz dat's me
(What ya gonna do when ya get outta jail)
I rather be sayin dumb s**t den sit here
(What do you consider that)
Smokin green wit my and cleanin my strap
Chorus till fade