Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Shit, artist - Ace Hood. Album song The Statement, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: We The Best
Song language: English
Gangsta Shit |
Now that’s some gangster shit |
Don’t know who you’re fucking with |
Listen |
Uh |
Now I’ve been known to kill them with the flow |
The beats is back off to attack him, kicking down your door |
You looking at a pro, smoking them like some indigo |
See we are Seminoles, running right through your end zone |
I’m coming as soon as they holler, I get them, I got them |
They know it’s on |
No more of the games, you know what the name |
I aim to bang the chrome |
It’s Mister Whatever, about my cheddar if you’ve never known |
Money over bitches, now you can carry on |
Some call me arrogant, I’m like a veteran |
Big shit nigga, I ain’t talking elephants |
Now what you know about it? |
My niggas they bothered about it |
It’s We the Best the mod, something like Illuminati |
I’m taking the coupe to college, trying to find a model about it |
Take them to the crib, now it’s time to party |
Uh |
Now that’s some gangster shit |
Not fucking with lames, or fucking with faith |
Now that’s some gangster shit |
You fucking with me, or fucking with you |
Now that’s some gangster shit |
All my niggas about it about |
Now that’s some gangster shit |
Now that’s some gangster shit |
I’m fucking with real and never fake |
Now that’s some gangster shit |
I’m chasing that dough and never hoes |
Now that’s some gangster shit |
All my niggas about it about |
Now that’s some gangster shit |
Uh |
And now I’m back off in the place to be |
Got rid of the nice in me, it’s nice to meet my enemy |
Don’t run up on me though, I give you a overdose |
I leave them on the stretcher, I ain’t talking cardio |
I’m sorry you didn’t know, I’m dipping, I’m moving a '64 |
I’m fucking the baddest hoes, I’m beating the pussy like Baggio |
Now cut the music up, and pour me up a cup |
And roll you up a blunt, if you getting major bucks |
Now welcome to gangster shit, I’m hopping up out of the fancy whip |
Them chains around my neck, and every diamond costs a grip |
See I’m a superstar, I’m never at the bar |
I valet park the car, pockets on that salad bar |
Nasty with the flow, you can call it caviar |
Uh, now that’s some gangster shit |
I’m with a gangster clique |
And all my niggas toting the clip |