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Gangsta's Touch Lyrics - Singles - Benzino

Hangman 3, Zino, murder murder 

Hangman 3, Zino, Zino, Benzino, Cadillac Tah 

 

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 fuck, 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 fuck, blaze one up 

 

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, niggas cannot touch us 

Roadies gotta love us, something to bottom borrow choke the fifth 

 

Your 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 

 

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 fuck, 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 fuck, blaze one up 

 

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 Mercedes 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 Mass 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 fuckin' with a dawg with a gangsta touch 

 

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 fuck, 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 fuck, blaze one up 

 

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 lasers 

 

Don't believe everything you hear you heard 

I play in the Coupe with birds remove the roof and splurge 

I'm really commercial 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 shit with God as my witness 

 

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 fuck, 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 fuck, blaze one up 

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