Story Behind The Song

nice piece of gangstar african rap

Song Description

nice piece of gangstar african rap

Lyrics

chorus
I got it poppin' in the club
when you walk up to the spot
see chrome wheelz on dubs
gettin' with me you soo hot
gotcha screamin' like yea yea hit em rough...

I got it poppin' in the club
when you walk up to the spot
see chrome wheelz on dubs
gettin' with me you soo hot
gotcha screamin' like yea yea hit em rough...

verse 1 overlapping chorus
first things first the black hearse got nothing to
lose just something to prove club full of booze.
so i left rappers in chokehold made no go for popo
shawty stares like a wannabe dick suckin' hoe.
niggars maim to put fame on they name.shit pops
take it back 40 glocks leave asses clapped.
motherfuckers turn it up cos the boy is back.GANGSTAR
born and raised like that.cant stop wont stop till you put me on top.
lay me on top of the pops.PO my steelo roll..
alcohol and weed.40 cals and shits its how i does this shit.
empty cups with just some couple sips.how ill?
4 wheelz chill.whos next to drill dollar dollar bill
lovin' em honeyz who dont play with they money.plan attacks to invade your pocket.
they stick money like magnet.BASTARD.
double life on your side if you choose to ride.in africa we strive hard
do anything to stack bucks.im something like a oak tree
see how she pokes me like shes getting trophies.
but im just sipping patron and burnin' bombs till dawn.cant get more just jump on board.


chorus overlapps
I got it poppin' in the club
when you walk up to the spot
see chrome wheelz on dubs
gettin' with me you soo hot
gotcha screamin' like yea yea hit em rough...

I got it poppin' in the club
when you walk up to the spot
see chrome wheelz on dubs
gettin' with me you soo hot
gotcha screamin' like yea yea hit em rough...


verse 2 overlapping chorus
chain smokin' crack heads be dopin' not fuckin' jokin'
paper chaser watch us talk cheddahs gun down fellerz? never
papi chu see i clap you to nike shoes in blues cruise down 2twos
ent no rules either they fuck or stuck its what they choose.set the club ablaze with no fuse.
im new and cool splittin' compositions when im walkin' through.
minutes countin' asses bouncin' on the dance floor i dont dance strapping pistols and pence.
outside got a black all black benz.african gangstar i leave em not breathin' life support they needin'.this is rap and Q got shit hot.its what im about.dont doubt.
im from the gutter holdin' dagger makin' butter amputatin niggars tryna take my bread
i crush your head on 9th avenue overhead.
listen up bout to double up pockets fat like tony.
dummy dont act phony one and only neptume addicted.officially respected.
heres the pill for clubs to get skill.ima club appetite chewin' mics right.
through many cartels i excelled recording crack sales when boys were
stashin' packs well its a wrap yea...

chorus overlapps
I got it poppin' in the club
when you walk up to the spot
see chrome wheelz on dubs
gettin' with me you soo hot
gotcha screamin' like yea yea hit em rough...

I got it poppin' in the club
when you walk up to the spot
see chrome wheelz on dubs
gettin' with me you soo hot
gotcha screamin' like yea yea hit em rough...

I got it poppin' in the club
when you walk up to the spot
see chrome wheelz on dubs
gettin' with me you soo hot
gotcha screamin' like yea yea hit em rough...

I got it poppin' in the club
when you walk up to the spot
see chrome wheelz on dubs
gettin' with me you soo hot
gotcha screamin' like yea yea hit em rough...