Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta , by - Cognito. Release date: 04.11.2002
Song language: English
Gangsta |
| We them gangstas, don’t stop ballen |
| Gangstas, don’t stop thuggin |
| Why y’all can’t leave us alone? |
| Might catch me crusing on SV |
| With an L, pop in my rear view, blowin an L |
| I drive a Rolls Roice, no licance |
| You just wanna stand and chant like Tyson |
| Even weak poets wanna snatch the road |
| But I light your ass up like a BBQ coll |
| Listen close |
| Gangstas run the town |
| And have your ass in the trunk, how’s that sound? |
| Hope niggas have life, not shuvvle dirt |
| Do you like Eightball, bloody your shirt |
| Bring a black truck with some plastic bags |
| Cause kids like easy, buried in dust |
| Slang that shit like the feds want us |
| So what you wanna do? |
| Get you with the gat or the pistol, either way it’s official |
| We them gangstas, don’t stop ballen |
| Gangstas, don’t stop thuggin |
| Why y’all can’t leave us alone? |
| When my clique slide through, we put clips inside you |
| Bring dama, Spark Boys, Osama Boys |
| You ain’t seen a couple of us beamin |
| When it hit you it flip you |
| I’m the bitch in the Vanilla Ostrich |
| 2 seats, 1 for me, and 1 for the heat |
| My skills are respectable, delivery’s so federal |
| And my motherfuckin time is impecable |
| I’m mob related, call me |
| G bitches do G shit, they run these streets |
| Love us like royalty, the black Jacki-O |
| Show loyalty hoe, bow down and touch the road |
| Rocks they glow, look like street lights |
| Earloabs are pretty though, niggas love us |
| They base say so, leave niggas with they face off |
| Even if we pick 6, the judge is payed off |
| We them gangstas, don’t stop ballen |
| Gangstas, don’t stop thuggin |
| Why y’all can’t leave us alone? |
| Old rappers lay the crown down |
| It’s that new boy |
| Yes I’m deticated to destroy |
| Any motherfucker who dealin |
| Put your money on it, I prove that it’s stolen |
| You can spit 16, from the clip to the lip |
| Watch your whole body burn to your lips |
| I ain’t joking, I’m serious, niggas need to know |
| The only thing I know is rap, clappin and hoes |
| Forfit, just go rest in this game |
| How you gon win? |
| We controling the game |
| Lyrically from the mic, all the way to the K |
| If it ain’t fast bucks, get in the right lane |
| We them gangstas, don’t stop ballen |
| Gangstas, don’t stop thuggin |
| Why y’all can’t leave us alone? |