Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Gangster, artist - Cool Breeze.
Date of issue: 22.03.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black Gangster |
Black Gangster, Black Gangster |
Black Gangster, Black Gangster |
Black Gangster, Black Gangster |
Black Gangster, Black Gangster |
Black Gangster, Black Gangster |
Black Gangster, Black Gangster |
I met this out of town player who wanted to set up a trap |
He said he’d pay me and my boys if we would watch his back |
I told my other partner exactly where we kept tha sacks |
Then early in tha mornin' told em we got jacked |
I learnt to get what was mine before i hit tha scene |
Learnt to double-up my money before i turned 18 |
At ten in tha mornin' if you pay me a visit |
You can catch me cookin' up dem chickens just like J.R. Crickens |
My partner from New York he gave me a beak |
He need 9 on tha 13th at 20 a piece |
I copped 15 g’s from my personal cut |
And he gave me five more and told me thats for wakin' him up |
Black Gangster, Black Gangster |
Black Gangster, Black Gangster |
Black Gangster, Black Gangster |
Black Gangster, Black Gangster |
I got this worker on tha street sayin' he not gon' pay |
He say I’m fly at tha mouth and plus i shorted him weight |
I went right to his house on tha same day |
Knocked tha windows out his car say playa what chu' say |
Ain’t nobody takin' form us E.P.V.'s (East Point Veterans) |
We’ll wake tha whole house up for a set of car keys |
One time this old lady looked at me |
And say she see tha truth in tha strong young blood like it used to be |
I keep my stash and everything on lock |
And keep my business to myself and watch my back cuz thats all i got |
It’s been like that ever since i was young |
And if anybody want some betta bring them a gun |
Cool Breeze: Ay man hold on man |
Who is this sucka who keep runnin' his mouth |
I know he ain’t from around here! |
Other Guy: Listen to me champ calm down |
He’s nobody this sucka boy went from sellin' hot dogs last week |
To wanting to fight tha champ this week. |
Forget about him |
Cool Breeze: I’mma I’mma who is he? |
I’m tha champ |
Other Guy: I don’t know who he is |
But tha playa fishin' wit cha champ he tryin' to |
Get you to bite. |
He’s nobody forget about em |
Cool Breeze: Wha, What chu' mean |
If I’m tha champ then anything that come through |
Here gotta come through me. |
Who is he?! |
Other Guy: See there you go, you loosin' it, ya loosin' it |
Cool Breeze: Who is he??? |
Aw… |
We had this kingpin who came in wit 200 pounds |
And every player in this town |
Was talkin' bout' layin' him down |
One of my people hit me late on a Monday night |
And said he settin' up his shop where we at, yeah right |
If you ever in tha south and you doin' some dirt |
First thing first my folks they git work |
Everybody in this trap they game is tight |
We gotta lock on this block and anything you like |
All my customers they say i got tha OHH-WEE |
When you hit it one time it make you say OHHHH-WEEEE! |
Man this brother that i hang wit they some (Gangsters) |
Some (Gangsters), black (Gangsters) |
Black Gangsters… |