Gangsta

Lyrics

You my wife with no papers, my gangsta bitch
 First time I got caught you tried to shank a bitch
 You scared to get down, she a bust all rounds
 Smoke a Newport, cut me half, bust me down
 Catch me lookin' at another chick she curse me out
 Dead serious, but at times she act silly
 Jump out the truck at the light to get the philly
 Rolling it up, chasing down the ice cream truck
 I waited half-an-hour for your hair to get braided
 She leaving dirty messages on 3-way pagers
 Told her how to roll, she low and spit razors
 She hit triple six first time out in Vegas
 Never got shook, when feds knocked down the door
 She hid the coke, a scared chick would've flushed it all
 And we can live it up, eat lots of shrimp
 Or get grimey with a quarter bag of potato chips
 'Cause she's straight gangsta
 Gangsta
 'Cause she's straight gangsta
 Gangsta
 I need a down chick that wouldn't mind loading my clips
 And wouldn't blow her mind if I showed her a brick
 In and out of the grind with the focus of chips
 Blowing one time with her controlling the whip
 Wait up for me and make sure she doubled the flip
 She a sophisticated thug bitch that move her hips
 She catch you for her set up you when you move your shit
 Or most of the time, she throw the cold shoulder to guys
 Smoke in the ride, hoodie low over her eyes
 She know she a dime, baby nine shot to her thighs
 Gotta be live, help me count doe in the five
 And when I'm gone for weeks, turn them OT moves
 She don't trip, she's the gangsta she knows the rules
 Giving me hell is not hard, it's something to lose
 God for bid I slip up and land in jail
 My murder mami put the house up to make the bail
 'Cause she's straight gangsta
 Gangsta
 'Cause she's straight gangsta
 Gangsta
 Behind a real nigga there's a real bitch, she lied to me
 See, my bitch walked right beside of me
 I've been in situations and seen her ride for me
 She licked my gun wounds, even did my time with me
 Ain't nothing she can't have, I gave that girl everything
 Tatooed her name on fingers for wedding rings
 Are you that chick, do you rep Sticky?
 We split it down the middle, everything 40-60
 Are you that chick for rich or poor?
 The only one I eat out the only one I hit raw
 Keep you, covered in ice til you start shivering
 The Baby Phat Gucched up out with pink Timbalands
 Me and her, we like Bonnie and Clyde
 I hold the heat and the money, she drive the ride
 She make other bitch's mad cause she more bitch than they ever been
 It's beautiful and intelligent, talented, droppin' heroin
 'Cause she's straight gangsta
 Gangsta
 'Cause she's straight gangsta
 Gangsta
 She build with me, she kill for me
 With blood, shed tears, you still with me
 She real with me, smoke fry with me
 Look the judge in the eye, straight lie for me
 Count bills with me, you'll kill for me
 With the blood, shed tears, she still with me
 Cause she build with me, she kill for me
 Look the judge in the eye, straight lie for me
 

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Duration
04:19
Key
5
Tempo
88 BPM

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