Lyrics:
our lives
Livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Look at the situation they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life
I was raised by the state
So I gotta be
Trae, mayne
Man, I'm feelin' so H Town right now
My nigga this big ass white ass cup
You know what I mean?
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
KING PALUTA - GANGSTA
Prod. by Qhola beatz | Mixed by King Paluta
INTRO
I am King Paluta.
Gangsta! Gangsta! Gangsta!
Awch!
HOOK
Waddup
New Benz like send, they run up out of grand
And the trunk read Trae
So they know that I'm the man
Me Paul Wall, in a slab out of Texas
In a Cadillac,
Trae
It's bout that time to explode
So everybody in my way better get
The fuck off the road
I'm on the rampage and there ain't
Gon be no cooling me off
Pop-Pop my trunk yep, yep, yep, yep (x4)
Verse 1 (Trae)
I'ma swang I'm a swanger slab lean to the left
Pop my trunk and show what I'm about so Houston,
flossin grips
I give a damn bout the next fool, my Tek rule
Ol' school nigga bout to take it to the next school
This gangsta shit is like drugs, runnin'
can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watchin' got me chasin' dreams
I'm
can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watchin' got me chasin' dreams
I'm
got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watchin' got me chasin'
the situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the streets
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching got
a nigga like me, I keep it gangsta bitch
Yeah nigga, I keep a gangsta to the fullest
I've been a thug, so it ain't nothing to it
Shoot first, but you gotta
can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching got me chasing dreams
I'm
at the same time
It seem they tryin' to take mine
So I am get smart and get the best of this shit
And put together a million march plus some gangsta shit
shawty bad as hell, come on, can't you tell
Dolce & Gabbana on her with some shades by Chanel
She black and Japanese, mixed with some Lebanese
So I got
got the situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the strip
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television
ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
simple to me make you speechless, my experience reflects on my lyrics
Surrounded by rats and snitches, preaching to be sleaziest creatures
Ain't a gangsta
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
shit
and put together a million march plus some gangsta shit
[Tupac]
So now they got us laced
Two multi millionaire muthafuckas catchin' cases
don't you worry bout a thang
See everything's gonna be ok
Cause I'ma be right by your side
While you on the grind
Just keep it hood, keep it gangsta
Get
telling me
Watch out Gangstas in the street
But who's left to bleed
There can only be one G
I gotta sign my soul to the devil
So they don't bury me, bury me
Gangstas telling me
Watch out Gangstas in the street
But who’s left to bleed
There can only be one G
I gotta sign my soul to the devil
So they don't bury me,
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