Landlord of the Gangland Songtext
von Mozzy

Yeah!
Landlord of the Gangland, ain′t know what it's at, man?
The foddy blop in this side, ain′t know that this mother rappin'
Nigga told you that I'm lackin′, lil′ shorty cappin'
Hey, player, with no paper, finna double of ′em
Hey, get at me with the prices, that the price is coded
Sean, run it out the gut, if we could find it open (yeah)
Suck 'em up, caravan, ′til we slide it open (hehe)
Close the fire, and open when you spot opponents


Niggas rode in circles, you're a pitcher, and now, you′re on it
Call the 'jo', lower 40 points, this is how I want it
How you Bambi? You buckin′ if you ain′t bustin' down
Confirmin′ on Waitrose for 400,000 (okay)
Pack it, y'all, for the hook, I′ll hold it, fuck around (whoa)
You got tats for the 'touille′, all of you, come around (whoa)
Light tent, I'm tryna pitch her and touch her down
Prolly walk, 'cause the way to victim was handed down (yeah)

Shit embarrasin′, sleepin′ on homie's mother couch (alright)
Bustin′ bundle with these bitches, at least a 100 cows (facts)
Ouch, nigga! (haha)
Hey, Gangland Landlord, man
Go snatch that motherfucker
LA wicked, we ain't neither tweakin′, man (that's right)
Fear or fight, love, man