Lyrics:
homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me)
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate
a Black Beama'
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
a mental problem"
Up the glick on a nigga
And have a mental problem
It's supposed to be a drug
Deal but I robbed him
I don't give a fuck, that's his problem
boppin'
Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin'
Go gangsta, keep boppin'
Like back when a nigga was clockin'
See, it's hard to be good, but easy
Artistry, photogenic features, photography (let me see)
Eye candy vanity, cover girl she plan to be (damn)
Plus she is a fan of me, babygirl's a fantasy (so
Money, Cash Money, man
(yeah, real shit nigga)
Gangsta shit, get your game up, boy, for real
The clock is ticking, the cops is sitting
Waiting on me
down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener
(1 8 7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
flossin grips
I give a damn bout the next fool, my Tek rule
Ol' school nigga bout to take it to the next school
This gangsta shit is like drugs, runnin'
[dresta]
This how it's goin down
Yeeeea, hehehe
This is my motherfuckin dedication
From the gangsta
So all you bustas betta take cover
Cause i'ma
And my gangsta ways
They hung off they guns
And made it to the grave
Cause I'm a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my
G
mouth here go and take this dick look (Woah, woah)
Pardon my language, damn it feel good to feel good
They be feeling bad, I be in the hood
All up in my
life, good life
(Electric gates, Texas plates in my driveway)
Had to get out and get it, nigga wonder where it's kissing
Beach house by the docks,
know
Your whole vocabulary's baby baby baby
That's why you so God damn crazy
And it should be a crime
One sucka gets nominated 5 or 6 damn times
It ain't
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
a nut, waitin 'to erupt
No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust
Let us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough
the streets late
And do me up a whole damn crew
The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too
Cause diss me, and I meet you one day
And bet your life
down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener
(1 8 7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few
[B.G.]
Damn, it's hard, a baby gangsta is strugglin
The 9-5 done hit, it's time for me to start hustlin
I gotta get my serve on, them hoes look at me
the day or the night, boy
It's good that you ain't scared to die, 'cause you might, boy
Nigga, cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you
The beef
all
If I catch your ass lacking I'm taking it all
For me the prim' your bitch and the green
You finna be in defeat, if you must peak you'll see (damn
Look ma we go together like throwbacks
And airforce one's i'm a gangsta
That's why i gotta carry 4 guns
Used to be a good girl
Now you my ride-or-die
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