Yo, somethin dangerous man... (gangstaa...)
Woooo, do you wanna pimp wit this guy
Do a buck on a ninety-five
Run with them hookers when they payin sheen
Talk of sex-appeal, I was born gangsta...
Shittt, dont play wit me, and in the game Im as real as they come
Threw the knife, baby, out of the sun
Even a susperstar, Cuz Im a gangsta...
Now lets get one thing straight
You fuckin with a nigga thats liable to catch a case
Ill turn ya birthday into your worst day
Bitch Ill have you on a high-speed chase on the first day
Umm, try n throw, Im so, affiliated
This greenery got me sedated, Im feelin faded
Hood life, the life of a robber on chrome wires n switches
A nigga wit mo crimes to riches
A ghetto jumpstart, Post it up with the tiny homies in my mommas front yard
A hood pioneer, cant function without the smell of gunpowder
And fish fryin in the air
Im a sheist nigga, Check for ice nigga
Bitch, You got the wrong nigga if you want a nice nigga
Im Dub C, fuck a MC, catch me in a MC on a buck twenty, Bitch fuck wit me...
Some bitches dont believe I can spit that Izm
Till they wind up wit dick all in em.
Till they find theyself pullin off denim
Intoxicated, off this venom
I kick game, big game, Nickname
Insane, Ice Cube spit flame
Yall niggaz gone feel it down-range
Body feel strange (Blah!!) No brain
Im a throwback, that know how a gangsta do it and a hoe act
Get off tha dick if you dont wanna blow dat
Cuz bitches trip the Bulls, act like Prozac.
Now theres Gangsta-ism, and tribalism
Im only fuckin, wit survivalism
Fo-fo to the do is my religion, Now whas yours
Pray, before I bust yours...
Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, gangsta...
Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, Im a gangsta...
Every time I come around bitches starin at me
Point nigga Mack 10 from the Dub S-C
Wit a L.A. fitted hat and a fresh white tee
Fulla flair and pizzazz but Im a straight up G
Cocky cuz Im rich, look good and I know it
But Im confused on what to be, a deep boy or poet
Head is mandatory, bitch, theres so much to blow it
If I do fall for you I refuse to show it
So if you think I aint pimpin, Man that shit is absurd
I stay hard on em, fulla izm, fuck what chu heard
You say you down for me, shit but thats only words
Wanna show me love bitch, I wanna play wit a bird
So regardless of the weather, bitch dont get the chedda
And keep big daddy ridin two-threes or betta
Wood on the dash wit the peanut-butta leather
And like that Al Qaeda love we can blow up togetha, Holla...
Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, gangsta...
Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, Im a gangsta...
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