Caddillac Tah - Gangsta's Touch lyrics
Hangman Three Zino Murder Murder Hangman Three Zino Zino Benzino Cadillac Tah [Chorus]: See it ain't nothin but the gangsta's touch That make em wanna ride with us So come on mami hop on in this truck People runnin leakin like Angel Dust After we f**k blaze one up Gangsta touch That make em wanna ride with us So come on mami hop on in this truck People runnin leakin like Angel Dust After we f**k blaze one up [Cadillac Tah]: Gangsta's get it goin chips and steady growin while haters are steady Plottin whatever we told them and poppin Ma I know you love it when We rollin sittin in that baby blue blow this gangsta clean and straight From Queens and I do it for my block huggers n***as can not touch us Roadies gotta love us something to bottom borrow choke the fifth you're Bones saggin I'm tryin to see what's happenin lil mama what's crackin I ain't with all the yappin and bumpin the gums jump in the boxer you Hungry we can go get a lobster sugar listen you dealin with big sippin Players who want to be pimps drinkin all that garbage [Chorus] [Benzino]: Baby blue navy blue yellow canary stones she wanna have my baby she like The way I bone she wanna be my lady no wifey's at home black Mercededes Coupe sittin on chrome she whisper to her girl I wanna take Zino home Obsessed with the fact she ain't leavin me alone okay mama you want it My dons gonna give it meet Black Cadillac don't rap it we live it up in Ma** 21 chicks flock when we huddle my team's so fly we should own a Delta Shuttle so stop actin boosie you talkin too much cause you f**kin with a Dawg with a gangsta touch [Chorus] [Black Child]: See knowin nothin but a gangsta to pick her up and break her off baby so I hit her up and split a Dutch dud by nature Ma I ain't gon chase ya we Make chips major take trips to Vegas sold fits with lazers don't believe Everything you hear you heard I play in the Coupe with birds remove the Roof and splurge I'm really uncommercial without rehearsal a controversial Gangsta but I ain't gonna hurt ya so holla at us we got bottles to bust And models to touch thug life gangstas 'R us plus we them ballas to click With big six fifth sh** with God as my witness [Chorus]