Everybody’s Gangsta

Lyrics

[Chorus] I am from a place, where everybody's gangsta The say stay on your paper chase, cuz everything is gangsta [Verse 1] I'm from the streets where they roll out And straps get pulled out If niggas gon' shoot out Then niggas gon' shoot out You better duck down and pull your vest on tight Other cities think you right, we don't get down like that Woah, we catch an atoll [?] we love to sing She better pay when she say or she get beat by petty gorilla [?] Niggas fresh out a cure for skrilla Every block got a street called don't go by none (wеstside) It ain't the OGs you gotta watch for the youngstas Cuz thеy flaggin, saggin, claiming their set Eased up, shurmed up and they ready to rep Man your whole fucking world if you get in their way Haha, back in the day i used to mingle with some riders (riders) That'll blow your top off, i had a problem Shock calling with the town's respect And every hood will shoot your house up and yell out their set They say [Chorus] I am from a place, where everybody's gangsta They say stay on your paper chase, cuz everything is gangsta (2x) [Verse 2] I did a little dirt, see i've rolled once or twice I've sold a couple things to earn my stripes I've rolled with older nigs and that kept my head up top P Murph and Tone Dirty, they saved my life So when i hit on the blunt i was felt in the street But i've been at your house party, hoes and heat It was nothing, just rapping i was watching the street Now peep, the lil homie, man he just got shot He was standing at the wrong place at the wrong time Just turned 16 and man he took his life That boy did nothing to hurt nobody But he still got smoked at the house party [Chorus] I am from a place, where everybody's gangsta They say stay on your paper chase, cuz everything is gangsta (2x) [Verse 3] I remember summertime, we got the assembly And all the bad breezes come out in skinny things And the funk jump off, cuz his cat's a hairy thing [?] And her mother put his shit to 2 o clock baby [?] We rain balled out, just for short play You want dough, yeah we roll the bomb We get it from the others, they rolled the bomb Wear it up, smack it up and hit that grime Cuz yeah for sure, drop your convertible Cuz fuck the police and we shoot back like a criminal These are the ways of the wild wild west Shoot back, talk later and never confess [Chorus] I am from a place, where everybody's gangsta They say stay on your paper chase, cuz everything is gangsta (2x)