Letra da Música Keep It Real Gansta de Lone Star Playaz

(Chorus)
keep it real gangsta,take anotha road
Bitches in da house, tryin ta take me out
Keep it real gangsta,smoke 2 da 3
Gotta get more to smoke with my muthafuckin G's
Keep it real gangsta,nig u aint gotta 2 lie
Its ur 1st time so just give it a try
Keep it real gangsta,we always out wit our gats
We gotta run da streets b4 we can relax

[Terrell]
I keep it gangsta my niggas, catch me rollin thru ya cities
In an icy white shirt and sum all black dickies
U dont wanna c da otha side of me,its not pretty
Boss man from da 2-5-4, our city
Lil Tex,JP,Alazar,Lil E
We da muthafuckin click of da LSP
If u try 2 fuck wit us, u might RIP
Ima lone star playa until i D.I.E
U can catch me in da street with sum throwed yung G's
All my niggas rep yo city an yo muthafuckin streets
Ima keep it gangtsa on dis muthafuckin beat
Ima rep my fuckin city,throw it up for my G's
I was born and raised on da south side streets
Muthafucka wanna plex, south side heat
We gonna throw it up for my niggas in da street
And if u got beef nigga step 2 me

(Chorus)
keep it real gangsta,take anotha road
Bitches in da house, tryin ta take me out
Keep it real gangsta,smoke 2 da 3
Gotta get more to smoke with my muthafuckin G's
Keep it real gangsta,nig u aint gotta 2 lie
Its ur 1st time so just give it a try
Keep it real gangsta,we always out wit our gats
We gotta run da streets b4 we can relax


(Chorus)
keep it real gangsta,take anotha road
Bitches in da house, tryin ta take me out
Keep it real gangsta,smoke 2 da 3
Gotta get more to smoke with my muthafuckin G's
Keep it real gangsta,nig u aint gotta 2 lie
Its ur 1st time so just give it a try
Keep it real gangsta,we always out wit our gats
We gotta run da streets b4 we can relax

[Lay-Low]
dont try to stop me like u kno who this is
step to me ill twist your neck like the exorcist
i lie i cheat i steal not to mention kill an deal
look in the mirror an tell me wut u see
anotha bitch trien to be me
one of this days ima catch u trippin
im the one holdin the gun an my fingers are slippin
nigga now u crossed the line
gonna take u out wit my nine
and waist ur life
fuck the gun ill do it with a knife
u kno my wallet stay fat
u think u somethin ill make u eat my gat
now wut u gonna do wen i got u in check
bitch like i said ima send shots threw yo neck
i go to jail same day i make a bail
u fuck wit me then its yo 1st day in hell
im 956 steppin but im 254 reppin
reppin all day everyday
u wanna live get on yo knees an pray