govenor - gaffled like that lyrics
[intro]
[richie rich]
you ready gov?
[the govenor]
yeah
[richie rich]
don’t let them n-ggas gaffled
[the govenor]
naaw
[richie rich]
hehe, run that sh-t
[verse 1: the govenor]
yeah b-tches, thanks to get worse
so meet 2pac and rich , each to go worse
to let ya know there how it really feel
and that these b-tches can’t fence with them river peals
i got news for ya baby
times to getting shady (she crazy)
thinking you can fade me
you’re running games
and i know what’s happening
punk b-tchez you’re all about gaffle
[richie rich]
for the gov got ticked for a long ride (uh)
[verse 2: the govenor]
yeah n-gga and jacked by the homicide
no joke, but the girl weren’t flinchin (why’s that?)
plead the fith, when they begin the mission
a young buck got smoked in a east
and there was rumors me and him had beef, say what?
i jumped back a few steps
i had a car pull me due to the house reps
your choke man is on
the piggies got me jacked in these brogues in this telephone
so don’t say too much
i’m on the alias
but i’ma be in touched (cool)
burst out on a bail tip
back on the streets with my homies, fittin to kick it
i shoulda told ’em it was the gov
and with the house rip i would got much love
and it’s an absolute fact
i never got gaffled like that (like that)
[2pac]
d-mn!
(yeah) ima speak on this punk b-tches though
[richie rich]
yo pac, gonna run that sh-t, yaknowimsayin’?
[2pac]
yo gov
[the govenor]
what’s up, man
[verse 3: 2pac]
i never got gaffled like that
in fact i stay strapped
when n-ggas try to jack
i caps back
the 9 millimeter on the punk b-tch
they don’t want no f-ck rich
don’t make me pop a f-cking drunk b-tch (heeeey)
to these punk police
they don’t know me
you’re f-cking with the oakland og
and yo it’s true i wasn’t raised here
but rhyme pays, so now a n-gga stays here (like that)
and what about these b-tchez on the bozak
heard him makin’ dough, so you know where the hoes at
they all know the n-gga’z nuts
now tell me who’s the biggest sl-t
come take a sip, and let a n-gga f-ck
and to these b-tches that be swearing they seeing me
hit the hennessy
now she’s g ing me
i flip her -ss like a flapjack
and she never got gaffled like that (like teflon)
[2pac]
and i means that sh-t yo
(young gov from the oaky oakland, ya’know?)
yo rich
(like that)
[verse 4: richie rich]
young n-ggas out to jack for a livin’
they thought they called the double slippin’
i’m right and tight on thanksgiving
i’m in my set to drop your cutl-ss on golds
h-rns with a white topand
i watch them busterz f-cking use it
since i’m to the head i guess they that think that they can use me
but let me tell you what’s real there
i stay strapped with my gap even when i’m in a fil mo
i’m trying to get my eats on
it’s thanksgiving and my cousin said he had a fat feast on
i’m picking seeds out my back dope
i got some broke–ss-n-ggas trying to jack me from my gold …
i’m going out to fund what
sideways to the next life
n-gga on the one way
and going in the wrong direction
time to cut the glock, ’cause yo that’s my protection (right)
but it won’t even that deep
i got ghost on the marks and a frisco pd
5 n-ggas in the l.t.d. trying to jack
i never got gaffled like that (heard that dog)
youknowi’msayin’? (yeah!)
straight salad? for ’92
(right)
[verse 5: the govenor]
i never got gaffled by a hoe
since i’m the one so close
i’m riding b-tches like bows
they govern me yet
that i move on a b-tch real quick
so young hoes peep this
b-tches like you get steam row, mucked up
beat down and slapped with the mobile phone
straight d-ck ’cause i’m short on the bubble gum
young knuckle head b-tch if you troublesome
trying to put a n-gga head on the chopping block
telling me to come to get the cuts, say what?
i had to take this from yo, yo
b-tch no you can play with the yoyo
trying to send a n-gga out to get hisself a nickname
he getting slapped with the big thang
i’m the g to the o to the v
the c-ck was cool but now the game ain’t that deep
and this how i’ma end the track
i never got gaffled like that
[outro: the govenor]
yeah, send this out to my partner young d
couldn’t be able to make this thang
what’s up b-baby?
what’s up lou
i’m in a hoe for ’92
big gov’s stompin
that’s it….
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