Lyrics:
We, we don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gangsta, save your
Crew, before I put
Im just a American gangsta
Chi-town bred
Cuz I gotta rep my city to the death
Annialate them till I dont see nothin left
Remember I spit it
burn baby burn
Army strategic and I pledge allegiance to the twelve gauge mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leatherface got a big gun in your face
just some khaki
Brown lil' Dickies
Got them pounds and chickens stuffed
In coffee grounds and fishes, nigga
It don't get no gangsta than this
Fucking
to mama
Yeah, you stand next to mama
I put holes in ya mama
You’ll die by her, you was close to your mama
Niggas sleeping on war in ya smoking pajamas
Not
and slide and ride by high
No regard to a busta like you
On the streets, on the yard
Smash a busta like you
I'ma - peel your paint and slap your bitch
I'ma -
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
out to Sac Town
You lookin' at a gangsta in his finest hour
Till they lock me up or rain on me lead showers
Even if I ain't got a watch on my wrist
The last gangsta left the last gangsta left
The last gangsta left the last gangsta left
The last gangsta left the last gangsta left
The last gangsta
bitch by my side and my nitrous real
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds on my neck but I ain’t got no chill
You can catch me ridin out
I’m a gangsta
Ms. American Gangsta, Mr. Blue Magic
I ain't ever met another gangsta like you
I ain't really sure but I think I liked you
Give you my number to my
me whisper a
Lil something in your ear, come here
I got something to say to you
The way you move it's like chronical
And if you play it smooth I
the gangsta lean, yeah, uh (talk about the gangsta lean)
You make a nigga have the gangsta lean (yeah, uh)
Talk about the gangsta lean (yeah, uh)
I only
When I tell you lately
Seems no one can fade me
It just might drive you crazy
Watching gangsta's walk (gangsta's walk)
[Kurupt]
Gin and juice, hen
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (damn)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (you know)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer
But I love
It's ya boy, David Banner
I'ma see if I can bring the gangsta walk back
Memphis, Mississipi, everybody from the South
Let's walk!
Gon' gangsta walk,
'm a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
Enjoy the killing times
Shot hotta dan peppa
Mr. Cleva an mi Glock it a guh talk fi mi crew
All gangsta yout' me waan you hold ya guns high
Now
I'll holler back
Hardwired for this shit, one, two, one, two
Gangsta Grillz (Gangsta Grillz)
Yessir
Ayy, Drama, haha, I told you, nigga (Mr
my thang
Since I left ain't too much changed, still
I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
(Still) hittin' them corners in them
Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr Smith
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? Mr. Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, check it out
I
the Cadillac, (yeah)
Oh, Lord, wow can it be so hard?
To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by
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
(Gangsta Grizillz)
Janeice, I see you (I ain't cut it off, I just hung up)
It's Gangsta Grillz, you bastards (yeah)
Cover my tracks like butter, so
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