Gangsta

Lyrics

[Chorus] They say [?] to the [?] drop it straight gangsta Nigga keep that shit one thousand, and [?] Shout out to my other players, pimps and my gangstas They ask me what I'm smoking, I tell 'em straight gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta [Verse 1] Stepped up in this bitch, white Marc Jacob's on Don't know why, but seems like all the real niggas gone Blew up on C-Murder, feels like I'm trapped [?] Shout out to Boosie, mother fucker one time Say I pray for Badass and blow yourself a strong Man that's fucked up, they trynna do lil' homie rush Started getting rich, they started hatin', I guess that's how it goes So rubberbands and extra clips, that's how we roll I'm a money magnet, man, that shit just come to me OMG, look what the streets have done to me Real niggas on the bag, and foreign on me I ain't leaving this bitch till my missionaire for free [Chorus] They say [?] to the [?] drop it straight gangsta Nigga keep that shit one thousand, and [?] Shout out to my other players, pimps and my gangsters They ask me what I'm smoking, I tell 'em straight gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta Gangsta [Verse 2] I come from shit, now I'm the shit I ain't got no kids, but Girl fuck your nigga, he acts shit Smoking on that gangster shit Red, [?], red Chevelle, that's gangsta Keep your bitch fish tail, that's gangsta Put your whole clique on, nigga that's gangsta Squeeky on the beat, nigga this another banger [?] Paper Route, we straight beast, so they can't tame us Come out here with that plan and shit's gonna get dangerous Went and come and get money, Dolph no stranger [Chorus] They say [?] to the [?] drop it straight gangsta Nigga keep that shit one thousand, and [?] Shout out to my other players, pimps and my gangsters They ask me what I'm smoking, I tell 'em straight gangster Gangster Gangster Gangster Gangster Gangster Gangster Gangster Gangster Gangster