Lyrics:
KING PALUTA - GANGSTA
Prod. by Qhola beatz | Mixed by King Paluta
INTRO
I am King Paluta.
Gangsta! Gangsta! Gangsta!
Awch!
HOOK
Waddup
Gangster faith gangsta faith means
God absolute noble glorious salvation to all
Family anywhere including the heathens
Now that's gangsta now that's
I'm gettin' dizzy as the world keeps spinnin' like a Frisbee
Gangstas and girls make the world twirl
No hesitation I can run a nation from
All got habits, marijuana to static
By two cats and coats with automatics (rrrah)
St. Louis is the Truth like Sojourner (what)
Don't need a burner,
in the house
Cloverdale is in the house
And Savannah, GA is in the house, so check it
February 1st, 1975 it happened
Was born in West Savannah
in the house
Cloverdale is in the house
And Savannah, GA is in the house, so check it
February 1st, 1975 it happened
Was born in West Savannah
after while it's getting sour
The culture's being devoured, by twisted prejudice cowards
We gotta shut the s**t down when you walk through, Definition
a street poet leave niggaz fadin in my tracks
I stay posted on da block posted up wit da mack
By da 1st of the month Time to pop a new nigga
Steals car steal
representin' (Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside)
All my fly day numbered, gangstas baby
Throw yo hood up if you representin'
Gangsta as a Cadillac
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
gangsta, civil rights wasn't won
every Christmas they were Santa Claus, Nichson was the Anti-Christ
bitches asses were bigger then, sniffin' nose candy white
They take a dick, anywhere your dick can go
But look, it ain't nothin' like my bitch out the St. Bernard
A gangsta broad, get Wacko gangsta hard
She
They take a dick, anywhere your dick can go
But look, it ain't nothin' like my bitch out the St. Bernard
A gangsta broad, get Wacko gangsta hard
She
the St. Bernard
A gangsta broad, get Wacko Gangsta hard
She said we might could run a train if I pursue my G
If not I got it poppin' off on Music Street
Supreme gangsta shit
We dream gangsta shit
[rain pouring] Yes [electric shock, beaker tingling]
Yes [knock on dorr]
Yeah what is it? [continual
the souf she tryna set me up
Don't ask if I'm alone
Said he won't smoke betta up it lil ni**a
He gangsta he stepping he be pulling triggers
I walk by myself
[Gangsta Blac]
Welcome to my battleground, ready I'm going to start it off
Ended with the silent sound to tear this bitch from wall to wall
Nigga now
real B-Dogg, to the table right now
Yeah... we gon' push a real line right now
See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla shit
Have you ever seen
to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street
Eastside LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just, slip
whodi, and don't smoke it
Jack one of my souljas lil daddy; I doubt dat!
Get paid on the 1st & 15th, we bout dat!
A thousand fuckin grams, lil whodi, I
Letting my actions speak for me
Look at this power
Since I've been home
Built with some kin
What's here is ours
I am a gangsta'
Don't you bring me no
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Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
on them trees
Fruits of your labor, but 1st plant the seeds
If they claiming they real but they doing the most
Better watch out for them fraudulent folks
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