Gangsta Niggaz

Lyrics

[Chorus: Juicy J] We up all night (Uh-huh) We high off that white (Yeah) We smokin' that weed (Smokin' that weed) Them eyes be tight (Tight as a bitch) We drinkin' them fifths (Uh-huh) We pimpin' a bitch (I hear you) Our grills are gold (Yeah) Our nose be *sniffs* (You know it) We carry them Glocks (Yeah, he know) Our hustle is rocks (Yeah) Consumers are junkies (Uh-huh) The block is all stockin' (Yeah) It's mall or a business (Say what?) We drinkin' them triggas (Drinkin' them triggas) 'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta nigga [Verse 1: Juicy J] I can't stand a sorry nigga tryna act like he tough When he at the D&D, he wanna act like he buff On the parking lot, he beggin', tryna act like he stuck Showin' out in front of hoes, tryna act like he cut If his money lookin' funny, he gon' act like he must Tell his boys he made a stain, meanin' act like he bust On a nigga, on them thangs, meanin' act like he touch Said he missed him when he shot, meanin' act like he duck Met a super bad bitch he wanna act like he fuck Said he got to chewin' first, he wanna act like she sucked Ridin' other niggas Rovers, tryna act like he struck Sellin' other niggas dope, tryna act like his stuff On them heavy niggas' dick, you better act like you up He just a faggot pussy wimp, you better act like enough Just because he just a lemon, he'll act like it's us Fallin' weak for chicken women, nigga, act like you rough [Chorus: Juicy J] We up all night (Uh-huh) We high off that white (Yeah) We smokin' that weed (Smokin' that weed) Them eyes be tight (Tight as a bitch) We drinkin' them fifths (Uh-huh) We pimpin' a bitch (I hear you) Our grills are gold (Yeah) Our nose be *sniffs* (You know it) We carry them Glocks (Yeah, he know) Our hustle is rocks (Yeah) Consumers are junkies (Uh-huh) The block is all stockin' (Yeah) It's mall or a business (Say what?) We drinkin' them triggas (Drinkin' them triggas) 'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta nigga [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Triple Six, we don't like you hoes And you know we quick to "blop blop" We quickly creepin' up on foes And you know we keepin' that "Glock Glock" We stayin' ridin' in them Chevys And you know and our pain is "flip flop" We walkin' right dead on yo porch And you know we ain't gon' "knock knock" You bitches better call the fuckin' cops Blackhaven niggas actin' up all on the fuckin' block We made it hot, we out the frame and niggas know it, mane What's hard about it? We so quick to do the damn thing We bounce and bounce in, swang and swing in, and we can't be playin' My Cincinnati naughty niggas know what I be sayin' We stayin' representin' the South with golds in our mouth These other boys off in this bitch know what we be about We burnin' rubber, leavin' rubbers in his fuckin' bed To let him know that we been here and his girl been so bad You fuckin' 'round with some pimps when you come down here Be walkin' 'round with a limp, fuckin' off down here We gangsta niggas [Chorus: Juicy J] We up all night (Uh-huh) We high off that white (Yeah) We smokin' that weed (Smokin' that weed) Them eyes be tight (Tight as a bitch) We drinkin' them fifths (Uh-huh) We pimpin' a bitch (I hear you) Our grills are gold (Yeah) Our nose be *sniffs* (You know it) We carry them Glocks (Yeah, he know) Our hustle is rocks (Yeah) Consumers are junkies (Uh-huh) The block is all stockin' (Yeah) It's mall or a business (Say what?) We drinkin' them triggas (Drinkin' them triggas) 'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta nigga [Verse 3: Gangsta Boo] I be hip, nigga, what? Ridin', ballin', down to mop Partna smokin', crunk and fuckin' in an overseas car Ya'll don't know I be steppin', B-A-Z, be reppin' Always down to buck a sucka, Triple Six my weapon Bitch, I'm a women, I done paid all my dues I done shot up niggas' homes, got they bodies on the news, ho Stay smokin' dro, stay studio bumped out Mobbin' with them boys on that bay, nigga, blowed out What you wanna do? Pimpin' Gangsta Boo Bitch, I'll fuck yo nigga and yo mothafuckin' bitch, too (*laughs*) Coward sissy nigga, you ain't know? Crazy lady got that dope Ridin' Cadillac on vogues, yellin', "Fuck you funky hoes!" And I got my Glock out, ready to pop a bitch right in that grill Tried to step up to me wrong, that's what got yo ass killed Never been a hesitater, always ready to pull the trigger (Uh-huh) E'body wanna be a gangsta nigga, bitch! [Chorus: Juicy J] We up all night (Uh-huh) We high off that white (Yeah) We smokin' that weed (Smokin' that weed) Them eyes be tight (Tight as a bitch) We drinkin' them fifths (Uh-huh) We pimpin' a bitch (I hear you) Our grills are gold (Yeah) Our nose be *sniff* (You know it) We carry them Glocks (Yeah, he know) Our hustle is rocks (Yeah) Consumers are junkies (Uh-huh) The block is all stockin' (Yeah) It's mall or a business (Say what?) We drinkin' them triggas (Drinkin' them triggas) 'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta nigga