Gangsta
Intro Verse 1:
You my wife with no papers
My gangsta *******
The first time i got caught
You to shank the ******* ain't scared to get down she'll bust off rounds smoke a
Newport cut me half, bust me down catch me looking at anotha chick she cuse me out dead serious but at times she act silly jump out the truck at the light to get the dutch rolling it up chasing down ice cream trucks i waited half an hour for your hair to get braided she leaving dirty messages on three way pagers thought her how to roll cello and spit razors she hit triple six first time out in vegas she neva got shook when the feds knocked down the door she hid the coke a scared chic would of flushed it raw and we could live it up eat lobster and shrimp or get grimy with a quarter bag of potatoe chips
Chours: Cuz it's straight gangsta staight gangsta (straight gangsta) gangsta
Verse 2: I need a down chic that wouldn't mind loading the clip and that wouldn't blow her mind if i showed her a brick in and outta the grind with a focus for chips blowing for one time with her controling the wip re-up for me and make sure she double the flip she a sophistocated thug ******* that move her hips she catch you for your setup when you move ya *******t but most of the time she throw the cold shoulders to guys smoke in the ride hooded low over her eyes she know she a dime baby nine strapped to her thighs gotta be live help me count doe in a five and when i'm gone for weeks on them
O.T. moves she don't trip she's a gangsta she knows the rules giving me hell that's not sumthing i am hoping to loose and
GOD forbid
I slip up and land in jail my murda mommy put the house up to make the bail (come on) chorus verse 3:
Behind a real ***** is a real ******* they lied to me see my ******* she walk right beside of me i been in situations seen her ride for me she lick my gun wounds even did my time with me ain't nothing she can't have i get that girl everything tatoo our names on our fingers for wedding rings are you that chic do you rep
Sticky? we split it down the middle everything fourty sixty are you that chic for rich or poor the only one i eat out the only one i hit raw keep you covered in ice til you start *******verin baby phat gucci thugged out in pink timberlands me and her we like bonnie and clyde i hold the heat and the money and she drive the ride she make other ******* mad cuz she more ******* than they ever been it's the beautiful,intellegent, talented, trama,******
Chorus count bills with me you'll kill for me when the blood shed tears you still with me cuz you real with me smoke five with me look the judge in the eye straight lie for me
GangstaLRC歌词
Intro Verse 1:
You my wife with no papers
My gangsta *******
The first time i got caught
You to shank the ******* ain't scared to get down she'll bust off rounds smoke a
Newport cut me half, bust me down catch me looking at anotha chick she cuse me out dead serious but at times she act silly jump out the truck at the light to get the dutch rolling it up chasing down ice cream trucks i waited half an hour for your hair to get braided she leaving dirty messages on three way pagers thought her how to roll cello and spit razors she hit triple six first time out in vegas she neva got shook when the feds knocked down the door she hid the coke a scared chic would of flushed it raw and we could live it up eat lobster and shrimp or get grimy with a quarter bag of potatoe chips
Chours: Cuz it's straight gangsta staight gangsta (straight gangsta) gangsta
Verse 2: I need a down chic that wouldn't mind loading the clip and that wouldn't blow her mind if i showed her a brick in and outta the grind with a focus for chips blowing for one time with her controling the wip re-up for me and make sure she double the flip she a sophistocated thug ******* that move her hips she catch you for your setup when you move ya *******t but most of the time she throw the cold shoulders to guys smoke in the ride hooded low over her eyes she know she a dime baby nine strapped to her thighs gotta be live help me count doe in a five and when i'm gone for weeks on them
O.T. moves she don't trip she's a gangsta she knows the rules giving me hell that's not sumthing i am hoping to loose and
GOD forbid
I slip up and land in jail my murda mommy put the house up to make the bail (come on) chorus verse 3:
Behind a real ***** is a real ******* they lied to me see my ******* she walk right beside of me i been in situations seen her ride for me she lick my gun wounds even did my time with me ain't nothing she can't have i get that girl everything tatoo our names on our fingers for wedding rings are you that chic do you rep
Sticky? we split it down the middle everything fourty sixty are you that chic for rich or poor the only one i eat out the only one i hit raw keep you covered in ice til you start *******verin baby phat gucci thugged out in pink timberlands me and her we like bonnie and clyde i hold the heat and the money and she drive the ride she make other ******* mad cuz she more ******* than they ever been it's the beautiful,intellegent, talented, trama,******
Chorus count bills with me you'll kill for me when the blood shed tears you still with me cuz you real with me smoke five with me look the judge in the eye straight lie for me
