Lyrics:
a God with many followers
Who's sick enough to choke a pitbull with his own dog collar
I rep the NYC, fuck bitches and sip Remy
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Hook
All tha bad bitches love to get naughty when they step into tha Gangsta Party
Shake somethin’ twerk somethin’ girl move that body when you
I’m just telling you what happened to me
I stopped trusting bitches because shit get crazy
Let’s go
Blood stains on the pavement, think somebody
down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener
(1 8 7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few
Shit, we do this every day, they hatin', nigga, let 'em hate
Bring this Draco to your living room and let it decorate
Some of my niggas Crips, some
Get gangsta girl
Gangsta
(Repeat 4X)
[Foxy Brown]
Still reppin the K gun in the waist
Hit by the Neptunes
Throw in that bass
Yeah y'all niggas
That's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still calling
I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shit
Still pass the steel to my nigga, hit a lick
We
That's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still calling
I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shit
Still pass the steel to my nigga, hit a lick
We
get caught I'm right back in court (shh, court)
So I gots to keep it on the DL and don't teezell
But you know I got the pitbulls for seezell
So if
Any nigga talk shit we was boxin em up
Shoot dice, talk shit til the sunlight come
Get bored start shit, boy we so dumb
We be laughin on the phone
me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in
gangsta relations
These niggas don't deserve to know
About these gangsta relations
Like Bonnie and Clyde
Everynight with you I get so high
I get lit by
don't lie
You fuckin' wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what It is
I gave 'em my heart, they lent me they ears
This is the best gangsta shit that
is on you
You could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool
Young pimpin' wont lose nigga (No, no, no)
We can beef if you choose, but if we
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
gangsta shit
I V Y nigga and they ain't ready for it
The BX da jungle I was raised by the gorillas
So hold all that silicon and all them cheap fillers
in New O, pimp Creole
The bricks get white like Andy Griffin
By the way, Me and Pitbull doin' terrific
Still got the blow, gettin' the doe no Bisquick
a gangsta party
looked at me then she came to party
then the shit popped off, shit popped off
shit popped off, said the shit popped off
nigga's hands in
the pitbulls for seezell
So if you wanna get one, holla at your boy quick
'Cause I'ma be on the lookout for the sale of them pits
Ask my little homie Techniec
in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,
Ich biege in die Kurve ein um Mitternacht
Kurzes Drive-by in der Stadt
Murkse ein paar Wichser ab, Schurken-like, der Richter suckt
'Ne supergeile
i'm a gangsta.
and i do all that kinda shit that evil fools do
but you stick by me.
no matter what happens and
I love you
much respect.
(chorus)
Daddy
on that gangsta shit
But my pockets keep a knot
Best believe this shit is guaranteed
That talking ain't hearing it
Just like a period all of you pussies
Pitbull and Trick (Trick)
Both from the down south
Bitch we from the bottom, shit
[Chorus]
[Trick Daddy]
Lord your son got problems
And I know
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