Gangsta歌词
Ollie ollie, oxen free
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Yo, I pop six boxes, play some scalezes, uh
Pitch the ball,
I'ma smack that ****
Yeah, ohh, goin', goin'
Yeah, yeah, what up son?
Yo, I got this twenty two ***** play me like
Nah, I ain't got no bullets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Top two for five, three for five, we rollin'
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name in the street
Makin' the fifth scream, rockin' older ****** to sleep
Make a fiend strip naked, 'cuz he owed for a week
Now the Squad's gettin' recognized, supplyin' connects with pies
Pumpin' pounds of weight, ***** like exercise
Joe been over quarter five with **** and homicide
Long before
Charlie got knocked, until
Madonna died
Young and not givin' a ****
There ain't a *****
I ain't hit when
I buck and left 'em **** outta luck
I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin' number spots
Sendin' me to my room while he was puffin' pot
Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what
I sawStacks of money on the bed and the floor
It wasn't long til'
I did what he did
I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived
I went from grams into
O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin' hoes on some
Goldie ****
I'ma gangsta by destiny,
OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team elected me
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta(Yeah, unh, yo, unh)
Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out ****in' dudes that resembled her father
Mom knew shoulda schooled her, but the ***** didn't bother
You couldn't blame her 'cuz she got it from her
She was a rider from jump, her pop's died in the hands of a chump
Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's little girl
Now she's rockin' bandanas, no more
Shirley Temple girl
Now she be runnin' wit some scramblers that be down in
AlabamaPackin' twin hammers, screamin', "Life doesn't matter"
It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretendin' to like you
Thinkin' you gettin' head, but she's just duckin' so they can snipe you
Movin' from state to state, runnin' everythin' from guns to trains
And pushin' packs from eight to eight
You know I can't say her name, but she was a looker
Pretty thin', such a shame how this life has took her
Now she's raisin'
Hell in the cell, no more his are hollerin'
You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the followin'
Sell drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix
End up locked up or dead in a casket, that's it
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Yo, I pop six boxes, play some scalezes, uh
Pitch the ball,
I'ma smack that ****
Yeah, ohh, goin', goin'
Yeah, yeah, what up son?
Yo, I got this twenty two ***** play me like
Nah, I ain't got no bullets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Top two for five, three for five, we rollin'
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name in the street
Makin' the fifth scream, rockin' older ****** to sleep
Make a fiend strip naked, 'cuz he owed for a week
Now the Squad's gettin' recognized, supplyin' connects with pies
Pumpin' pounds of weight, ***** like exercise
Joe been over quarter five with **** and homicide
Long before
Charlie got knocked, until
Madonna died
Young and not givin' a ****
There ain't a *****
I ain't hit when
I buck and left 'em **** outta luck
I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin' number spots
Sendin' me to my room while he was puffin' pot
Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what
I sawStacks of money on the bed and the floor
It wasn't long til'
I did what he did
I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived
I went from grams into
O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin' hoes on some
Goldie ****
I'ma gangsta by destiny,
OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team elected me
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta(Yeah, unh, yo, unh)
Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out ****in' dudes that resembled her father
Mom knew shoulda schooled her, but the ***** didn't bother
You couldn't blame her 'cuz she got it from her
She was a rider from jump, her pop's died in the hands of a chump
Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's little girl
Now she's rockin' bandanas, no more
Shirley Temple girl
Now she be runnin' wit some scramblers that be down in
AlabamaPackin' twin hammers, screamin', "Life doesn't matter"
It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretendin' to like you
Thinkin' you gettin' head, but she's just duckin' so they can snipe you
Movin' from state to state, runnin' everythin' from guns to trains
And pushin' packs from eight to eight
You know I can't say her name, but she was a looker
Pretty thin', such a shame how this life has took her
Now she's raisin'
Hell in the cell, no more his are hollerin'
You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the followin'
Sell drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix
End up locked up or dead in a casket, that's it
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
