Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Gangsta , by - Birdman. Song from the album 5 * Stunna, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
We Gangsta |
| This here for the money homeboy |
| Money money money train nigga |
| It’s like we evolve till we fall, and we done fall till we evolve |
| And then we back and bounce back bitch |
| YEA |
| It’s real simple nigga |
| It’s just seein to be whats in you nigga |
| If you a hustla, you gonna get dough |
| And that’s how it goes |
| Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas |
| Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya |
| Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted |
| Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous |
| I gotta get this money, I gotta I just gotta |
| Not a little a lotta from rap, a rough rida |
| (Harlem) |
| I’m prolly out in the east getting it in on the loc since I’m a stunna I get em |
| from ten |
| (yeaaa) |
| I just bought some new guns and got rid of some friends (fuck em) |
| I’m about my business I git it from Slim |
| I grind hard (grind haaard) ya cashville I’m gon swagga |
| Pimpin on the car Im gon mask up or bang up |
| Hustla, gangsta, old school Chevrolet |
| Custom painted (skerr) they love me in the hood |
| So I’m like fuck bein famous |
| You don’t wana live my life |
| Trust me I’m dangerous, I must keep a banga |
| (Yeeaaa)What can I say but when its on, its on |
| If we don' call it off until everybody’s gone |
| Allstar homey, keep a hell of a price |
| Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes |
| I’m a gangsta millionaire since |
| You could put me on the scale and weigh everythin |
| I’m 36 old fishscale still stand |
| Then eat the nigga |
| And Im gonna ride fo my people nigga |
| I’m in the hood where the dudes be |
| Whoever assumed that me a b runnin around with c and b |
| I gotta a army and I’m the general nigga |
| Money plentiful nigga, then why your old lady into the nigga |
| I’ma button down bricks and voices off in my head |
| Like murder bout the spirits and watchin out fo the feds |
| Fo real I got Mexican friends, I ain’t gon' lie about it |
| And I took a few losses I ain’t gon' cry about it |
| But I’ll front you a brick if you down and tapped out |
| A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it |
| Yo gotti straight up I’m a snitch killa |
| Don’t even speak to me Garth, you ain’t a real nigga |
| Now I’m riding through my town got the key to my city |
| All the tin mo things brand new in the minute |
| Every nigga in this mothafucka no me dog |
| Livin legend, ridin fly, nigga ball n fall |
| Methomine project where I started the struggle |
| Gladis run around sams in the circle we hustle |
| K.C gave me the game, I took it n tuck it |
| Nigga brought it to another level cookin n cutting |
| From the half 17's, nigga 50 n hundreds |
| I done made the lamborghinis, rolls royces on buttons |
| And I done did my time, I wouldn’t git it, wouldn’t git it |
| And got it on my mind cuz it’s money over bitches |
| All the time I’m bout mine, nigga workin from digits |
| Green bags full of cash nigga how we feel it |
| Stunna island poppin bottles nigga fuckin them bitches |
| Got the money and fame and them and them come on wit it, mo hundred |