Lyrics That Ain't Gangsta - Slip Capone, Dae One

That Ain't Gangsta

I got a message for all of you nigga’s
Think you all on some gangsta shit
Coming out here to the west
Nigga’s hinding behind bodyguards
And ducking behind cars
Nigga that shit ain’t gangsta
Check it
It ain’t nothing G about it
You can’t spell originality without it
O.G S.L.I.P I’m from the capital W.e.s.t
That’s one me
Elevitate GC
Ain’t noting but a g thang baby
Oo wee Bouncing in my 63
Let me show you how OG you could be
Can’t do the C-walk without the C
It wouldn’t be the west-coast without me
I’m the C.A.P.O.N.E h.a.w.t.h.o.r
South side gangsta gangsta
Like dopeman dopeman
A gangsta gangsta
And nigga you a entertaina ain’t ya
Well thank ya
And stop tryna be a gangsta
Why you talking that shit
You rapping to pop hits
You popping off at the lip
You ain’t making no chips
You end up with a bitch
You need to stop that shit
Why you all on my dick
Y’all nigga’s need to quit
Nigga Please
I’m a G and ain’t doing a goddamn thing for free
Y’all nigga ain’t getting nothing from me
Mothafucka’s ain’t got nothing coming from me
I got bills to pay and a family to feed
I got a baby on the way I gotta water my seeds
If you don’t work then you don’t eat
So a nigga got to put in work in these streets
I’m growing grey hairs and losing my sleep
Trying to keep from falling 6-feet deep
I’m tryna keep balling but my cars keep stalling
And the bill collectors just keep on calling
Court assessed them thing in restitution
This day 3 is my new year’s resolution
That’s I gotta my mail and post bail
Cause ain’t nothing gangsta about jail
Why you talking that shit
You rapping to pop hits
You popping off at the lip
You ain’t making no chips
You end up with a bitch
You need to stop that shit
Why you all on my dick
Y’all nigga’s need to quit
Gangsta shit, what you think this is
Y’all nigga’s is disney kids
If ya homie ever been to Inglewood
He’d a understood that he never been a real blood
Y’all nigga’s can’t come to the hood
Cause, y’all nigga’s is Hollywood
I’mma let you know what’s up cuz
Mather o’fact I’mma call the homey big Sug
Stop trying be a thug
When you was a scrub from the Mickey Mouse club
I’mma show what it does and what it do
I move with gangstaz the grey and the blue
My nigga red rum from avenue?
Some of these dogs is gangsta too
And y’all mothafuckas can’t fuck with thugs
Cause y’all mothafucka’s ain’t gangsta enough
Why you talking that shit
You rapping to pop hits
You popping off at the lip
You ain’t making no chips
You end up with a bitch
You need to stop that shit
Why you all on my dick
Y’all nigga’s need to quit
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