Gangstars

English translation

Yeah.

9-1-6. Yeah.

5-1-0. What? Roseville and Oakland. What?

I'm a Roseville 'n, I'm an Oakland raider. Gangstas and killers, pimps and players.

Chasing that skrilla, stacking that paper. 9-1-6-er, 5-10 gangster.

I'm a Roseville 'n, I'm an Oakland raider. Gangstas and killers, pimps and players.

Chasing that skrilla, stacking that paper. 9-1-6-er, 5-10 gangster.

Creating ambience of confidence, we brutal and dominant.

Spit the blunt with some bomb in it, I'm hawkish and hyphy.

Do it 'til they indict me, a little crooked I might be. But me falling off, pimpin', that's highly unlikely.

The first words that come out they mouth, I can tell if they like me.

From the town of the killers, where the broken street light be.

Transactions be hyphy, entertaining and gaming. Cheese standing there graining, I can't wait to meet Satan.

It's the loot that I'm chasing, G's I'm embracing.

I got no time to be wasting, I'm still smashing the opposition.

Okay, I know that they looking, but can you get 'em to stop and listen? A couple screws are missing, grill I'm flossing.

I'm a Roseville 'n, I'm an Oakland raider. Gangstas and killers, pimps and players.

Chasing that skrilla, stacking that paper. 9-1-6-er, 5-10 gangster.

I'm a Roseville 'n, I'm an Oakland raider. Gangstas and killers, pimps and players.

Chasing that skrilla, stacking that paper. 9-1-6-er, 5-10 gangster.

Yeah, we chasing skrilla every single day. From the Village to the Bay, we gotta get paid.

Homies in braids and the low cut fade. Doing donuts on blades, this is Californ-i-ay.

We gang banging, thugged out, cocaine and drugged out.

If you flaming blood in, means blood out. I'm on the fucking block, West Coast where it's hot.

Like a motherfucking Glock from the bodies that I drop. You don't want mosh with me.

You can't walk with me, you can't street talk like a G. It's Angelini and the homeboy Tiny.

On the block with the nine piece, stuck on the grind, G. What?

We smoking top smoke, yeah, the old school swangs.

Buffing blunts, switching lanes, crime on the brain. Taking chances the same, hungry for change.

We run, stay blamed, money to gain, pistols and brains.

We doing our thing, West Coast, Northern California.

Gangsta game at the enemy mane. Tinted windows on the Range in the hood that I claim.

City by the trains, hundred forty percent gang. I'm a Roseville 'n, I'm an Oakland raider.

Gangstas and killers, pimps and players. Chasing that skrilla, stacking that paper.

9-1-6-er, 5-10 gangster. I'm a Roseville 'n, I'm an Oakland raider.

Gangstas and killers, pimps and players. Chasing that skrilla, stacking that paper.

9-1-6-er, 5-10 gangster. You can catch us on the turf hella tough.

Or sideways in the cuts with my nine in my gut. Used to grind off the bus, now I rhyme for the bucks.

Now the homeboy Time's gonna motherfucking bust.

Hand on my nuts, spitting game, buckle slut.

Never catch me in a rut, extra clip in the cut. Press and get crushed, 9-1-6 and 5-1-0, there ain't no fucking with us.

Press game, there ain't no fucking with us.

I'm a Roseville 'n, I'm an Oakland raider. Gangstas and killers, pimps and players.

Chasing that skrilla, stacking that paper. 9-1-6-er, 5-10 gangster.

I'm a Roseville 'n, I'm an Oakland raider. Gangstas and killers, pimps and players.

Chasing that skrilla, stacking that paper. 9-1-6-er, 5-10 gangster.

Man, you know it's Roseville and Oakland, man.

What they know about a shotgun, two hoes, and a beanie? AKA Tiny and Angelini.

They can't feel me, man.

Sha, sha.

It's 5 Charlie, 4000, man. From Skrilla to the Bay, man.

5-1-0, 9-1-6-ers, -man. -What?

-How we do it, cuz? -Bitch made motherfucker.