Lyrics:
Gangsta
This shit is gangsta
My hood is gangsta
Your shit ain't gangsta (niggaz ain't gangsta)
This shit is gangsta (the definition)
Love wood
mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta!
Rolling through Connecticut
In a stolen mini-van
Stop at his house
I don't see many
on
I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong
It ain't about doin' dirt or living like a flirt
But what they don't know don't hurt
Me and Mrs. Jones
a thing going on
I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong
It ain't about doin' dirt
Or living like a flirt
But what they don't know don't hurt
Ah shit. Man, them pinche black gangstas are at it again
I wonder who they fucked up today?
You motherfucker!
(Got him)
Pull over to the side
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
and planetary motions
This is Snoopy Collins
And I'm going to give you a funkin' eargasm
Yeah (I'm the Love Gangsta, baby)
So put your guns away and just roll it
your hard motherfucker
We quick to pull your card motherfucker
So watch your back, real gangstas smash
[Mr. Lil One]
Back the fuck up, who is it, see me
my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, 'cause I keep bailin'
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'?
Here's a lil gangsta, short in size
A t-shirt
my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, 'cause I keep bailin'
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'?
Here's a lil gangsta, short in size
A t-shirt
Niggas so lame for
Yea I'm a pretty boy gangsta (pretty boy gangsta)
Pretty boy gangsta's need love too (need love too)
Yea I would walk a million miles
If she ain't a gangsta bitch
Then I don't want her, don't want her
And if she ain't a gangsta bitch
Then I don't need her
You can keep her
If
Wife-wife(yea-e-yea-ah), wife-wife(o-ooo-oh)
A gangsta wife(Say that's all I need...), down to ride(...in my life)
Wife-wife(is a gangsta wife...), wife-wife(...by my
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
cuz
You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane
I used to see my OG home boys at King Park
Ridin' on bikes with their canes with they
slide,
as I take you on a trip nigga ride (East Side).
Nate (Daz):
Do you remember back on the East Side?
Where all us niggas used to love
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
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
Let's go.
[Chorus: x2]
I keep it gangsta and they love dat shit
I keep it gangsta and they love dat shit
I keep it gangsta and they love dat shit
It To Me Rough
Mr please, Drop Me At My Job
Mr please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
Mr please, Can I Use Your Car
If any man can do all this
He
slide,
as I take you on a trip nigga ride (East Side).
Nate (Daz):
Do you remember back on the East Side?
Where all us niggas used to love
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant
Motherfucker, Mr. Flamboyant
Yes, motherfucker
As a youngster I never knew
everything you do
Can I get a flicc witchu? Really?
My daughter loves you, she's only two
Can we get a flicc witchu?
You're a handsome fella, you're kinda cute
brains
I'm pissed, y'all niggaz shouldn'ta fucked with this
I clutch my fo-fifth, I puncture yo shit
I blast a nigga, plastic bag stick a nigga
Got love
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