Lyrics:
Robbing and killing them of teacher trademark
Cool, unscrupulous gangsta I fear not
So they murmur a teacher
Without second thought
"I control the stage
Powder on my clothes
Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove
By next summer I will have a Range Rover
My money, it grows and it grows and it
hash in that grass that you pass around
Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds
I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down
You can ask around
how he passed
This fake gangsta shit be cool to a nigga get on yo' ass
Eighty racks up on me now big ol' .40 a extra mag
Got rich off Glad bags,
before I pump his brakes
She know that I'm gangsta, I'll fuck around and pump his face
I usually don't do this, but I been in my cuffing ways
It's
out, nigga,
Ready to get with the shoot out.
In the meanwhile,
I still gotta make me some money to get by.
Yeah, I thought to connect, and hooked
heavy weighter
The soldier hater, disentegrator, major paper maker
The gangsta rhymer, big timer
I'm Mama Drama
[Chorus]
Uh, where my real
strap for strap
Is this my boundary from county to county?
Your homies wanna try to soak me like Bounty?
Dogg Pound Gangsta all day, all night
Yeah
Spice muthafuckin' One
Coolin' in Cali
Kickin' that gangsta shit
You get with it?
Hopped in my Blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his
What, What you're livin here
To live the life that gangstas do
(My buddy, my buddy [repeats])
[Kurupt]
Check it out
No bitch ass niggas, no funny
seven
One eighty seven, the one eighty seven, the one eighty seven
The one eighty seven
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta
heavy weighter
The soldier hater, disentegrator, major paper maker
The gangsta rhymer, big timer
I'm Mama Drama
[Chorus]
Uh, where my real
badman!!!! Hey!!!
Chorus:
All real badman from yuh deh yah waan yuh shove up yuh hand
Cau Jamaicans don't play
Real gangstas dem nah tek nuh diss from
don't live it on regrets
I'm a muthafuckin' killer foreal with the same threat
I'm as gangsta as it gets and my advice for you is live your life
Ya
When the cars ride by with the boomin' system
Two door Mustang and the roof was missing
Every girl at ya school had the new extensions
Even gangstas
don't live it on regrets
I'm a muthafuckin' killer foreal with the same threat
I'm as gangsta as it gets and my advice for you is live your life
Ya
they stay in tha street
I'm only fuccin wit tha real niggaz, they playin fo keep
When tha streetz in yo whole blocc wit them 2
I'm old-skool ? play by
[Ne-Yo]
Oh, hey!
[Game]
Picture me and my gangsta girl,
Riding with the top back.
Banging Ne-Yo, my neck free yo,
My SOX hat,
Tilted
("Str8 off tha streetx of Compton,dedicated and by most suckas
hated. But I got something I want you mutha fuckas to know I
really don't give
You can find me in the parking lot
By the car lot-where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops cause we all be
Gotta have a big, bad bank account, not pity amounts
Bud by the pound, smoke a motherfuckin' ounce
A mean ass crib, all digital studio
And some
'Cause of the beef, you need some new tings
Gangstas with style, they do the bootings in Louboutins
Pass them the TEC and glove
They just want
Jon close by too
Right about now
I need everybody to get they motherfuckin' hands up
(Everybody get your hands up)
And wherever the fuck you from
racks and put coats on them kids backs?
It's thirty degrees outside (Gangsta, Gangsta)
Twenty four, how could I ask for more?
I got my deals, gettin'
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