Lyrics:
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off, nigga; you
better
They want me on my Mayweather
Know I get plenty blue cheddar
But I'ma keep it hood forever
I guess that's just the gangsta in me
I guess
dogs
Mystikal, Sillk, and yo P (uuungh)
lets keep this shit straight G
and do this for all the ridas, soldias and gangstas
ya heard me
[Master P]
We
was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by
out the ride
Got a loaded .45 inside
That I keep for protection when I'm riding by
My Smith & Wesson got a scope too
And I may have caught a body
Yeah motherfuckers
That's what y'all want right
That ol' gangsta, that ol' gangsta
Check it out now yo, yo
All I need, bomb ass freak nigga
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood
You know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood
You know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you
microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
got a Gangsta Vibe
And she want a Gangsta Boo
I'm one of the dangerous kind
She want to know how a Gangsta move
I'm her type a nigga she likes
Bell my
And he thinks to himself, it's easy meat
So he stands by me, just sniffing in
You know, ready to move on the little kid
But I've seen this before, this
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
dissin' me
Mom's grabbed me
And then she gets to kissin' me
She thanks the police for my good health
I don't know why
I coulda done that by my muthafuckin'
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
it'll lift your spirit
Turn your appearance into a disappearance
Di, di, di, di, di, di, di, di, di, ding
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but
czarna magia
Klamkę w domu trzymasz w drzwiach panie pseudo gangsta
Żaden ze mnie gangster jak strzelam to poza majkiem
Jak składam to tylko punche
wanted was a fair chance
Mr. Clause was never treated well by the people
That's why his mind became twisted and evil
Gangsta Claus is entering your house,
The Life of a... (Gangsta)"
(feat. Capone, Chinky)
They'll be a man
One to lead his people into victory
One who goes through time
One who seen pain
the trigger
Spice-1 the giggity gangsta nigga
Oh shit it's a glock and a clip
Put the clip in the glock put the glock by my jock
In my neighborhood niggas
Count that off as a loss, go 'head and peal wit it
Far as your corny-ass click, they gotta deal wit it
[Chorus]
We the Black {*censored*} gangsta
I'm cold (I'm cold).
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side,
Man that's how gangstas roll (that's how gangstas roll).
I'm higher than a top
believe
So girl I wrote this song
Step by step, shorty wanna roll with me, step by step
Everywhere I'm at you know my shorty right there holdin' me step by
Only Lord save the gangsters and take them to Gangsta’s Paradise
We will drink for those boys who were killed by enemies
They went to heaven but will
side and watch the haters die
Baby we meant, I can tell you by that gangstashit you gangsta bitch
I start to thing that you were heaven sent
It's me
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