mad niggerish - horseshoe g.a.n.g lyrics
[hook: demetrius capone]
that n-gga, n-gga, it’s that n-gga
mad n-ggerish, that mean i stack figures
i got businesses, still never act stuck up
mad n-ggerish, real n-gga that’s whats up
that n-gga, cover of the magazine
that n-gga, plastered on your plasma screen
i’m that n-gga, still never act stuck up
mad n-ggerish, real n-gga that’s whats up
[verse 1: demetrius capone]
so n-ggerish, so n-gga rich
is he ignorant? no, he just don’t give a sh-t
i grew up po’, christmas with no christmas gifts
we had birthmanship, birthday and christmas mixed
that’s when you can’t afford to celebrate both, now i’m rich
but still got my ghetto ways though, in this b-tch
like tryin’ to put some switches on a bentley coupe
i might marry keri hilson in a d-ckie suit
you don’t get it? listen, i’mma set the record straight
i’m ghetto as puttin’ condoms in the collection plate
or drivin’ up in an escalade, but you live in the projects on section 8
it’s finna get n-ggerish, obama on election date
you can’t get rid of this, this n-gga ain’t finna quit
til limitless men and women is hip to this n-gga sh-t
so if you get this line, now you n-ggerish
standin’ at the d-mn wic line is how you get your kicks
[hook: demetrius capone]
[verse 2: andrew ‘dice’ dinero]
it’s like i’m parking reverse, back in this b-tch
swagnificent, black d-ckie thick, mac with the kicks
mac grippin’, i’m mad n-ggerish act ignorant
i only bag women with jobs and mad benefits
tell bad b-tches this, i’m a pimp with a bad temperament
i’mma boss, and i ain’t with that simple sh-t
[?????], it’s not a curious case
we got old–ss benjamin’s like that fl!ck brad pitt was in
i’m sellin’ game, i’m tryin’ to get the s-x poppin’
i f-ck freak hoes in a car that i’m test drivin’
and when the money’s low, then i’m robbin’ a place yo
take your kid’s sh-t, literally robbin’ a cradle
i put holes in foes, turn your squads into bagels
my gun wave hi to you haters, remind me of maino
young dice is ghetto as a government check
i’m from the slums and ‘jects, what the f-ck you expect
[hook: demetrius capone]
[verse 3: julius luciano]
brand new coach fitted cap, that’s the shoe sh-t
sticker’s still attached to it, to capture newness
mack a cute b-tch, -ss and huge t-ts
me without a fly piece don’t sound right, like bad acoustics
this cat’s confusing, att-tude’s that of a black confucious
but a ratchet packer like huey back in the panther movement
some of you n-ggas been actin’ coonish
since the mayflower came to m-ssachusetts, you only do what master chooses
me? i’m in the ‘lac just cruisin’, blastin’ music
abusin’ alcohol, jack daniel’s a bad influence
yeah, i ride with kegs
cop told me not to drink and drive, i said “i ain’t drivin’, the light was red”
be like me if you wanna get ahead in life
i scream “f-ck the world” while i’m gettin’ head from life
ain’t no tellin’ what this n-gga gon’ say
i call a cracker a coon and call a n-gga ofay
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