Gas Chamber Songtext
von C‐Bo
Gas Chamber Songtext
It′s time to drop the gas from the chamber
Niggas on AWOL rearrange ya
Faced with the quickness
And it's the Garden Blocc sickness that got a nigga in this shit
So you better watch your back ′cause C-Bo got the strap
Pulling the ski mask down, about to jack
'Cause marks come up short, you better back back
Like an eight legged crawdad from the.44
You're scared to walk the alleys now
′Cause nowadays niggas from my hood
Will snatch your ass out the fucking crowd
And beat you down to the concrete
And when I piss on your ass it′s some of that crazy
Horse of course, nigga, dot meet my.44
Then it's over ′cause you're hit by the hardcore
We can′t be in the same gang
'Cause the gang I′m in ain't down with that ying-yang
So raise up off the block
'Cause it gets no props, nigga, against 32 shots
Come to my set, get chin checked
Marked by original gangsta vets
And then I put the niggity nuts in your mouth
Your ass was in but now your ass is out
Quick, hurry in a blast, I′m pulling a gat and blast
From the chamber, punk, come take a whiff
Of the gas (Come take a whiff of the gas)
Check, ace, deuce, trey, so now it′s on
Release slugs from my strap until they gone
And talking shit won't last, get your ass blast
As I let the MAC-10 tap that ass
Bo Loc is what they call me for the reason
I stay strapped and smoke ducks all through the season
I don′t need a license to go
So I don't need a license to kill, like Cube, I kill at will
The harder I come, the richer I get
A dose of the gas, now I′m coming with some gangsta shit
Fools hit the floor, leaving they ho
That's how it is getting struck by the Bo
Straight 29th Street banger
Tag teaming with the four in the gas chamber
So watch your back ′cause I'ma tap that ass
It's from the chamber, punk, come take
A whiff of the gas (Whiff of the gas)
It′s time to drop the gas from the chamber
Niggas on AWOL rearrange ya
Faced with the quickness
And it′s the Garden Blocc sickness that got a nigga in this shit
So you better watch your back 'cause C-Bo got the strap
Pulling the ski mask down, about to jack
′Cause marks come up short, you better back back
Like an eight legged crawdad from the.44
You're scared to walk the alleys now
′Cause nowadays niggas from my hood
Will snatch your ass out the fucking crowd
And beat you down to the concrete
And when I piss on your ass it's some of that crazy
Horse of course, nigga, dot meet my.44
Then it′s over 'cause you're hit by the hardcore
We can′t be in the same gang
′Cause the gang I'm in ain′t down with that ying-yang
So raise up off the block
'Cause it gets no props, nigga, against 32 shots
Come to my set, get chin checked
Marked by original gangsta vets
And then I put the niggity nuts in your mouth
Your ass was in but now your ass is out
Quick, hurry in a blast, I′m pulling a gat and blast
From the chamber, punk, come take a
Whiff of the gas (Whiff of the gas)
Niggas on AWOL rearrange ya
Faced with the quickness
And it's the Garden Blocc sickness that got a nigga in this shit
So you better watch your back ′cause C-Bo got the strap
Pulling the ski mask down, about to jack
'Cause marks come up short, you better back back
Like an eight legged crawdad from the.44
You're scared to walk the alleys now
′Cause nowadays niggas from my hood
Will snatch your ass out the fucking crowd
And beat you down to the concrete
And when I piss on your ass it′s some of that crazy
Then it's over ′cause you're hit by the hardcore
We can′t be in the same gang
'Cause the gang I′m in ain't down with that ying-yang
So raise up off the block
'Cause it gets no props, nigga, against 32 shots
Come to my set, get chin checked
Marked by original gangsta vets
And then I put the niggity nuts in your mouth
Your ass was in but now your ass is out
Quick, hurry in a blast, I′m pulling a gat and blast
From the chamber, punk, come take a whiff
Of the gas (Come take a whiff of the gas)
Check, ace, deuce, trey, so now it′s on
Release slugs from my strap until they gone
And talking shit won't last, get your ass blast
As I let the MAC-10 tap that ass
Bo Loc is what they call me for the reason
I stay strapped and smoke ducks all through the season
I don′t need a license to go
So I don't need a license to kill, like Cube, I kill at will
The harder I come, the richer I get
A dose of the gas, now I′m coming with some gangsta shit
Fools hit the floor, leaving they ho
That's how it is getting struck by the Bo
Straight 29th Street banger
Tag teaming with the four in the gas chamber
So watch your back ′cause I'ma tap that ass
It's from the chamber, punk, come take
A whiff of the gas (Whiff of the gas)
It′s time to drop the gas from the chamber
Niggas on AWOL rearrange ya
Faced with the quickness
And it′s the Garden Blocc sickness that got a nigga in this shit
So you better watch your back 'cause C-Bo got the strap
Pulling the ski mask down, about to jack
′Cause marks come up short, you better back back
Like an eight legged crawdad from the.44
You're scared to walk the alleys now
′Cause nowadays niggas from my hood
Will snatch your ass out the fucking crowd
And beat you down to the concrete
And when I piss on your ass it's some of that crazy
Horse of course, nigga, dot meet my.44
Then it′s over 'cause you're hit by the hardcore
We can′t be in the same gang
′Cause the gang I'm in ain′t down with that ying-yang
So raise up off the block
'Cause it gets no props, nigga, against 32 shots
Come to my set, get chin checked
Marked by original gangsta vets
And then I put the niggity nuts in your mouth
Your ass was in but now your ass is out
Quick, hurry in a blast, I′m pulling a gat and blast
From the chamber, punk, come take a
Whiff of the gas (Whiff of the gas)
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