Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Gangster And A Gentleman, artist - Styles. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
A Gangster And A Gentleman |
| My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa |
| I’m more a nigga if you know what I mean |
| They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was heavy |
| And have me and corone their dreams |
| By the time I was seven my mom left my pop |
| Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York |
| Then my mom remarried, had my little brother Gary |
| My sister a year later, let me gather my thoughts |
| By the time I was nine I was outta my mind |
| My step pops didn’t like me beat me outta my mind |
| Ten and eleven the same I never would change |
| He still had to hit me, aggravate a little nigga |
| Still wearin' Skippys |
| Bob had Adidas and Pumas, I could a had a pair |
| My mommy said wait 'til Christmas but I needed em sooner |
| If you heard I was broke dawg it wasn’t a rumor |
| I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me) |
| Gentlemen live your life (Live it up) |
| Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die) |
| It’s only a matter of time (The clock tickin) |
| It was 1986 and I was twelve years old |
| That’s right around the time when crack came out |
| It was the best thing that happened to me |
| I swear to God cause I was gettin everything that I was askin about |
| First we started off bangin up, me and golf |
| Then shit start addin up, we gettin smart |
| Now we on Broadway, coppin our own bench |
| Bring it home and put it in bottles, send us a rottle |
| Drink a old ease Grem like it wasn’t tomorrow |
| I’m gettin kicked out of Junior High, thinkin I’m grown |
| God bust with the yellow rabbit |
| And I had every color dealt we was gettin it on |
| I was out robbin Mexicans six in the morn' |
| Mom said I’d had to ep again, rip it I’m gone |
| Nigga get a little loony and grown, soup in the dome |
| Bump me up worst when I went to the group home |
| I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me) |
| Gentlemen live your life (Live it up) |
| Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die) |
| It’s only a matter of time (The clock tickin) |
| I’m leavin out a lotta shit, nigga it’s too real |
| My alcoholic backround, the welfare motels |
| Abuse that I had to take struggle at my mom’s recruit |
| How the fuck I’m gon bomb wit you |
| And the cases I got up to date told you that I bust a eight |
| My niggas I can’t name, outta state (My niggas fuck with weight) |
| Little brother gone but I got a baby angel |
| You fuckin with a dirty name, don’t let these niggas change you |
| The present’s what you get |
| And the past is what make the man future |
| I can’t tell you I ain’t God or lil' Superman |
| No there ain’t a 'S' on my chest, but it’s a 'D' on my block (D Blok) |
| And said life the deepest lesson is death |
| I’m determined and I’m disciplined and destined to rest |
| I’m a Gangsta and a Gentleman, Panero the best |
| When I pass I’m like gas, motherfuckers |
| 'Cause I’m a leave a stain that you’ll never forget |
| I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me) |
| Gentlemen live your life (Live it up) |
| 'Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die) |
| It’s only a matter of time (The clock tickin) |