G&S Lyrics English Translation by Cosculluela
SIG Sauer, the firearm, the heater, and the Smith & Wess
Daddy, what do you think will happen if you see me face to face?
I’m blessed, I’m playing with the stick, the magazine
And I’m not from Sacramento, but I feel like a king, yeah
I have sticks for work and others for luxury
They talk a lot of shit about me in the street until I roar
They talk shit because I’m guarded with the ankle monitor
But if I break loose, the 47s will cover you, oh
And I go around the arena, throw the scanner
If I pull out the Chanel stick, I change the channel
If I play the nightcore to give you my recycle
In the club, they make you do the moonwalk like Michael
Oh shit, I have life sorted out
Oh shit, but I have a dead soul
Oh shit, and I’m with Dobleta taking a spin
And a .45 that doesn’t want me, but it doesn’t let me go
The SIG Sauer, the heater, the SIG Sauer, the heater
Be careful where you go and careful where you get involved
The heater, the SIG Sauer, the heater, the SIG Sauer
Because we’re on the track, baby, twenty-four hours
The SIG Sauer, the heaters, the Smith &s
It’s not the same to talk as to hear how they scream
The heater, the SIG Sauer, the heater, the SIG Sauer
The heater, the SIG Sauer, yeah, yeah, yeah
The heater, the SIG Sauer, SIG Sauer, and Jericho
Your flow is generic, mine is atmospheric, yeah
Another galaxy, another perimeter
And always the nine-millimeter on top
Enemies come and go, that’s why I grab the short one and the hundreds
During the week, the FN, semi out for the weekends
Get ready, the road is hot like the desert
And that’s true, I grab it even for concerts, yeah
In my name, don’t fall asleep
You know me, but you don’t know the power, yeah
In my name, you can find it eating in Miramar
We’ll give it to you and anyone who looks bad, baby
I feel Randy, I feel Randy Orton
And even though they have red socks, the Celtics rule in Boston
Who turns off the breakers for the Undertaker?
Asshole, the 23 of the Bulls is not the same as the one of the Lakers
The SIG Sauer, the heater, the SIG Sauer, the heater
Be careful where you go and careful where you get involved
The heater, the SIG Sauer, the heater, the SIG Sauer
Because we’re on the track, baby, twenty-four hours
The SIG Sauer, the heaters, the Smith &s
Yes, they scream, and all yours back off
The heater, the SIG Sauer, the heater, the SIG Sauer
The heater, the SIG Sauer, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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