Lyrics:
bad attitude, a red jacket, AK
A son of a gun
I gave a fuck since the first day
I'm a Ryda
Can't you tell by the black lokes?
An OG thug
Can't you tell
tek di party to di street
H2 pile up by di dozens at we feet
Cause real gangsta play fi keep, yo
[Chorus: Jimmy Cozier]
Love to see the ladies movin
rhymes, singin' hits faster
The master of the game, solo artist by name
Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame
Pass with flying colors,
rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh, surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga show me
Nobody told me I
don't know bout bein a revolutionary
Neva take a trip as a bad man missionary
Neva read a page from the gangsta dictionary
No chi-chi man get come when
the cannons out, make you wish and blow your candles out
Raised by the streets, see-Murder show me what a man about
Gangstas never flinch and when they sent,
the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
[Verse 1]
Look I was raised in in the(ghetto)
I got payed in the(ghetto)
a lot of gangsta's got made in the(ghetto)
check my gangsta lean
Gorillas in my trunk so you know just how I'm vean?
Dem peanut butter guts so plush is wat I'm used ta hit the turbo booster
and the clarity, it's cake like the lottery
Playa don't lie ta me, your stash couldn't cover me
What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
Hoes, I keep those by
that I got, yo
Is shit I worked hard for
Life in the metro's so cold
Repeat 1
[gangsta boo]
I'm on some other type shit
I'm on some crazy ass shit
I'm
Verse 1: (B.G.)
Money makin' is my thing
A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach
Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach
Baby Gangsta is my
until we gone
Way back in the days when the hottest thang was Jherri curls
When you could always spot a gangsta
By the way his hair out grew his
me with the same triggers
You didn't know the new Benz I just bought you
Could be tracked by satellite, and that's how I caught you
Oh Baby why? In
Gangstas make the world go round as it was written
That's why at every show somebody trippin'
So listen
Now I like to smoke weed & drink
all night long
Way back in the days when the
Hottest thang was Jherri curls
When you could always spot a gangsta
By the way his hair out grew his
bill y'all
[silkk the shocker]
Bitch I'ma g nigga like all tha way
So nigga they betta just fall away
(talkin' gangsta shit)
And still cross-over like
rhymes, singin' hits faster
The master of the game, solo artist by name
Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame
Pass with flying colors,
a trip
And hop into some gangsta shit with me
13 caps for them niggas who want to get with me
Get at me niggas empty enough clips at me
Want to put
For my nigga Fred Jordan drank something
Smoke something up in Heaven run it
Now-a days everybody gangsta, okay
Tell ya what's gangsta is this fuck
Rude boy uzi wrapped around bullet satchel
Slide up no hands we will snatch you
Drama that I rose from any man goes dumb
Drive by what bitch we do
in a room
I'm a gangsta, you are just a goon....Boom!
I'm like that! You can tell by the way I walk
You can tell by the way I talk
I'm above these
like CPR.
Made the west side world wide.
No PR. Gangsta rap god. Imma end all be all.
California love from the Bloods to the C-Dogs.
The Compton monsters
Haunted by your past mistakes
It's hard to tell between real or fake
They say good things come to those who wait (wait)
You make me feel some type
hop over fence, I'm offended by co-defendants
Drink codeine for mornin' sickness
Your dad was a motherfuckin' snitch, so nigga, you were born
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