Goon$ Songtext
von King Lil G

I Live In The World
Where The Haters Talk Shit About You
If You Get Money
Man That Shit Is Ugly
I Found A Few Connects
When I Was Young
Selling Dope Was Never Easy
Man I′m Telling You, I Got Lucky
I Was Up On Alameda
Cruisin' Down The Street
Usually A Pretty Bitch
Up On My Driver Seat Inhale Exhale
I Hate It When You Lie To Kick It
Bitches Need To Keep It Real
I Give A Fuck How You Feel
I Got Some Dope Money
Then I Went & Paid My Momma′s Bills
Notorious Smoked With The Gang
Spit Flows & I Never Say No To A Fade
Zip-Lock Bags Full Of Dro & Some Caine
In My Zone All I Do Is Put Doe In The Bank
Hoes Better Know What I Smoke & I Drank
Extendos & A Half A "O" On The Tray, Lets Roll


Bitches Got My Name Tattoo'd On Em
Thinking That They Got Me On Lock (Never!)
I'm At A Party With A Couple Of Goons
And I′m Hoping That Nobody Get Shot (Get It)
No Party Like A Gangsta Party
No Party Like A Gangsta
No Party Like A Gangsta Party
Ain′t No Party Like A Gangsta

I Come From The Gang
Yeah I Come From The Streets
Yeah I Still Get Harassed By The Fucking Police
You Still On The Run
And You Still Getting Guns
You Livin' Like Fuck It
I′m Still Sellin' Drugs
Don′t Understand What I Gotta Do
To Make You Understand
All I Had Was A Couple Soups
I Grew Up Kinda Screwed Up
Started Getting Tatted
Everything About Me Blew'd Up
Listening To Wu-Tang, Cash Rules
Money Over Hoes
Even If She Got Me Tattoo′d
Came Back In A All Black Benz's
Its A Trip How I Went
And I Lost A Few Friends
The Evil Amongst A Few Men
I Lost A Few Hoes I Was With
Fuck Em I'm Still Gettin′ Bread
I′m Still Gettin' Way Up Ahead
I′mma Fuck With Your Best Friend Instead
You Still Being Watched By The Feds

Bitches Got My Name Tattoo'd On Em
Thinking That They Got Me On Lock (Never!)
I′m At A Party With A Couple Of Goons
And I'm Hoping That Nobody Get Shot (Get It)
No Party Like A Gangsta Party
No Party Like A Gangsta
No Party Like A Gangsta Party
Ain′t No Party Like A Gangsta

I Come From The Gang
Yeah I Come From The Streets
Yeah I Still Get Harassed By The Fucking Police
You Still On The Run
And You Still Getting Guns
You Livin' Like Fuck It
I'm Still Sellin′ Drugs
Don′t Understand What I Gotta Do
To Make You Understand
All I Had Was A Couple Soups
I Grew Up Kinda Screwed Up
Started Getting Tatted
Everything About Me Blew'd Up
Listening To Wu-Tang, Cash Rules
Money Over Hoes
Even If She Got Me Tattoo′d
Came Back In A All Black Benz's
Its A Trip How I Went
And I Lost A Few Friends
The Evil Amongst A Few Men
I Lost A Few Hoes I Was With
Fuck Em I′m Still Gettin' Bread
I′m Still Gettin' Way Up Ahead
I'mma Fuck With Your Best Friend Instead
You Still Being Watched By The Feds

Bitches Got My Name Tattoo′d On Em
Thinking That They Got Me On Lock (Never!)
I′m At A Party With A Couple Of Goons
And I'm Hoping That Nobody Get Shot (Get It)
No Party Like A Gangsta Party
No Party Like A Gangsta
No Party Like A Gangsta Party
Ain′t No Party Like A Gangsta