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with that nigga again".
'fore I'm locked down I learned to be
what I am now and that's a motherfucking O.G.
Original gangsta
Daz:
I grew
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
that's extended
Because your momma got a glass eye with a fish in it
I-I think my, niggas is soldiers
I-I think my, bitches is gangstas
I-I think my,
Mmmm, mmmmm
Uhh, this sound makes me sick, ohh this that Gangsta shit, I know you feel it
Uhh this sound makes me sick, ohh this that Gangsta shit, I
Mr. Rosenberg
No, I ain't no fuckin' dummy
Bitch, I'm Mr. Rosenberg
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
Made fun of my last name 'til the cash came, Mr
the night but I'm too shy to invite you (grrah)
You got a gangsta vibe (vibe)
And I want a gangsta boo (boo)
One of a dangerous kind (grrah)
I'm tryna see
to tha West
Well, Lyssa Brisna, in San Francisca
The cute lil sista, with the fever blista
Said that I dissed her, 'cause I wouldn't kiss her
But I got
mobster, callin all the shots
From a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker
It's ya boy Mr. 17-5,
Lil mama whole the strap and the work while I drive, (jea)
Take it out the wrap and I put it on the scale,
But keep that on da
like this here
[Mr. G-stacka] Yeah
[Big Pimp] Yeah, let Gangsta represent first for his lil' baby why'knaw'msayin?
He ain't got nothin' but one so he
up with 5 or more pounds, I take em
If niggas could stop cappin in they raps
Then on my life I'll pay em
And wassup with all these lil gangsta rats
heavy
And have me and crone their dreams
By the time I was seven my mom left my pop
Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York
Then my mom
to the code and that's
Gangsta, don't get caught slippin, in the wrong hood by a
Gangsta, don't let the appearances have you fooled son
I done paid the price,
Said that I dissed her,
'cause I wouldnt kiss her,
But I got her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha,
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta,
All
Mr. Lil One - Loddy Doddy Lyrics
[Mr. Lil One]
*Talkin*
Yo, what's crackalatin
This is all I got to say
[Chorus]
Loddy Doddy
I love to party
: Gangsta Blac]
Just another day awaken shakin' off that marijuana
Chokin' in the cut wid smoke in my gut I'm feelin' high I wanna buy,
Want a bag I know Lil
ha ass, smack ha butt
Make ha toot that ass up
Lil bitch I'm him, like HIM for real
Mr Star, and 1
Damn how it feel from that view
Looking down
I'm no mobster, me, I'm no gangsta
Me, I'm no hitman (yeah), me, I'm just me (me)
Me, I'm no wanksta, me, I'm no actor
But it's me you see, on your
I'm no mobster, me, I'm no gangsta
Me, I'm no hitman (yeah), me, I'm just me (me)
Me, I'm no wanksta, me, I'm no actor
But it's me you see, on your
Steppin' up in my fresh red Chucks
All Crabs run up and all Crabs get rushed
Damn now I gots to watch my back again
Hooked up with the homies Mr. Mack
shit)
I don't care what they say bout me, I'm da shit
(We got the Gangsta Gangsta shit)
Se quedan cortos, con esto de
Yo I just got back from Carajo
redruM, Mr. I-B-N, fool
Oh, that's what Lil Fly would do
Now Killaman what would you do?
First I hit up Crunchy and I get full of that Holy Ghost
(Woah Woah) closed
Commit a homicide if a nigga say so
She's my gangsta (Woah Woah)
Lil Shawty she'll ride if a nigga say so
And shawty she'll lie for
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
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