the ballers Gangsta rap! What all the hoes love Gangsta rap! What you hop your 6-4 to? Gangsta rap! You can do what you want to Gangsta rap! Yeah, this
Traduzione: Crooked I. Gangsta Rap.
everybody scream and shout Now I heard all my people say [H.A.W.K] Bounce, rock, roller skate I scrape my tail gate, with a 6-4 pancake On 2-88, and I
I ain't stoppin it's a high speed Rollin on tha 405 puffin thai weed I'm shiftin gears Then I disappear Listen here If they take me alive I'm doin' years
this a bitch They got me twisted in this game The feds and the punk, po-lice pointin pistols at my brain I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out
it was all laughs breakin up them stacks of cash livin life slowly, tryin to get rich fast was all I had it's gang-related, I seen it comin watch niggaz
for me.. [Chorus:] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine, And I'll buck you (buck you) I
like "What the fuck you lookin at?" Then I got to remember, I'm strizzled and sacked and saucy off smack Bitch I ain't no contender, I been holding these
all over So I roll with my crew I'm tryin' stay over And just stay my ass in school Ain't many choices to choose And this rap game I can't refuse I wanna
Peel niggas wig off, soft nigga play hard But I see through you muthafucka I pull ya card Representin' I war and die for this rap game It's the only thing I know besides hustlin', so I
look how I drop shit I got hit, I won't quit, and bet you see I'm back in a cockpit I'm coming back like I'm moving the crooks Everybody gather around
Like morphine and heroin, I'm the shit Every dope fiend needs a hit Gangs need to stick at this gangsta shit to take that monkey off their back and have em gettin licks I
team then I'll cut you loose. You can't handle the format. Punk, I'll use you as a doormat. I'm straight checkn em. [scratching] I puts my foot down
crib? I got rich, never sat on Rap City with Tig Absolutely you dig, I'll mack milli your wig I'm black william bonnie, that's Billy The Kid I keep clips
I know I keep a glock ready to lock n load I steel your soul like elvis stole rock n roll I'm so political, then again I'm so gangsta that it's pitiful
better face the fact You ain't gangsta rap, you a federale Need to live by the code of the street I think about you when I'm loadin' my heat But I'd
Me Up I Squoze The Tommy, Mami Adios I'm A Gangsta Vest And A Chain Aint No Questions Wether I'm Destined To Reign Wont Rest Till I'm The Best In The
