Lyrics:
(chorus by P-Eazy)
I ain't even gotta look at a broad
She see my watch and it's time to go (time to go)
I love the way you smoking my weed
So how bout next
We toss the heinas in the back, through the sun rooftop
Blowin' big out green, check out my gangsta tint
Me and King T, with a fifth of Hennessey
a way to get payed
The life I live...
[Verse 1 - Kurupt]
Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars
Family and friends the way lifes starts
They say rap music is subliminal
But the music for us is like our own diary
Something like a confession
They tell me life is a bitch
She's something
stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin' going upstate's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty
my life, your life, our life, his life.live it to the fullest
One time for Pac, we miss you nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah
One time for Shorty be, keepin'
the g-spot
From the back or the front, or the side, let's pop
[Dog]
Fly vibe, I take it, light skinned, I take it
Brown skin, I wake with, hand it up,
hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler (cooler)
U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal
In P.A.T. it's Trap or Die and we ain't down for
hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler (cooler)
U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal
In P.A.T. it's Trap or Die and we ain't down for
wealth
A real G, I never kissed niggas or shot myself
Gangsta Gibbs
I'm number one, number one with a bullet
Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull
on the flo'
Well do the boogaloo shrimp and pimp the ho
I got to owe em' my life 'cause I'm a O.G.
I got the love in the hood 'cause I'm livin' homie
I got
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin' going upstate's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty
rob
My hard knock life, I could of wrote that for Hov'
Shorty, give me a ginger ale and dutch masters
Matter fact, hand me the phone I'm bout
rob
My hard knock life, I could of wrote that for Hov'
Shorty, give me a ginger ale and dutch masters
Matter fact, hand me the phone I'm bout
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
a bike
They keep buyin hard white
And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss price
FYI, I never been robbed in my life"
Or, you find
where we come from
I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta
I know a few murderer, drug dealer
In the hood, we speak mathematics and build
What's the total
where we come from
I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta
I know a few murderer, drug dealer
In the hood, we speak mathematics and build
What's the total
fast, the upper class
Went from low life to a brother with cash
[Bad Azz]
Spending all of my time and like half my cash
Went from smoking dimes
props
Keep the sag hangin, rag swangin
Gangsta walk leave opponents hood smokin
With the tape the chalk
Young homies to the G's
Stay swollen with cheese
Don't fuck around and make me catch a batty boy
You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta
You niggas don't want it with the Famester
Bringin
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
I’m a lover, and a fighter
Gangsta
nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got shorty, she tryna
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