Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsterous (feat. D-Shot & The Mossie), artist - E-40. Album song Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.08.1999
Record label: Sick Wit It
Song language: English
Gangsterous (feat. D-Shot & The Mossie) |
Well let me start again with a stiff chin, go 'head and take one |
I just begun, to break yo' ass off a lump sum |
With double I’s, I got a (??) in the garage |
And ready to mob, so get the fuck up out of Dodge |
Before I trip, and slap yo' ass with this new grip |
One slip of the tongue’ll get your monkey ass hung |
Two lungs is what it takes to inhale the dank |
And one cap is all it takes to put you in the paint |
So beware, to stare, in the glare, of this infrared |
You dread the day we pull out the Glock display |
One way, is what your headed down, we got the pound |
So bow down, and give me the ball because we on the mound |
Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit |
Break a bitch, hog niggas take a shit |
Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit |
Break a bitch, hog niggas take a shit |
Wha-da-da-dey, wha-da-da-da-dang |
Hustlin on the thirteen-hundred block slangin 'caine |
Carquenez Bridge, Mini-14, thats gangster shit |
With walkie-talkies and po-po scanners on the lookout for the pigs |
I make long bread, I brought big cars |
Everybody know the hustle, it’s like I’m a movie star |
But in the middle of the night, out the mouth they foam |
Jumpers be knockin on my bedroom window |
With they cats with they friendly spook on talkin about |
«Can I borrow some fetti? |
Loan me a dimepiece til the first» |
And I be like, you mean to tell me yo' uppity ass |
Ain’t got no money in yo' purse? |
«Nah but I got a Bic» A Bic? |
Some dopefiend matches, a little bit of that and she’ll suck yo' dick |
She’s a bootch, she fat, she out there bad |
I promise you somethin proper Lil' Diva, the dick pleaser |
The neighborhood head doctor, I give a FUCK about a chickenhead cluck |
I’m tryin to get papered up, I’m gangsterous |
We import chickens from the Japanese |
Drop 'em off to the young homies |
If they come up short, we breakin knees, spines and spleens |
Killers on the team greated at the age of thirteen |
By all means makes niggas buy cream from us |
Triple beam dreams is a motherfuckin must |
We slide through in a tough, black Expedition truck |
If a nigga cross game they get ripped and bucked |
Buck 'em up, lay 'em down nigga, we for the figures |
If your money bigger, we got yo' head behind the trigger |
Cough it up nigga, we want the combo to the safe |
Give it up nigga, before I catch a murder case |
(??) it up nigga, ain’t no survivors so realize it |
A half a ki, in the trunk is all mine, so penalize it |
I hit the block, serve a flock of that, good white girl |
Bust 'em down, bag 'em up and serve the whole damn world |
WE GANGSTEROUS |
Bitches on niggas, let them think they got game |
We sent them hoes, them hoes know Bob by they name |
We put the P’s in the pimpin, the S in the scandalous |
I understand that niggas is quick to trick |
That’s why I supply and deliver |
If the bitch don’t perform, I gotta acquit her |
Send her to the mall or somethin |
In the trunk in Richmond Mall or somethin |
Gangsters, hoes down baby |
Here we come ridin, pullin up in Mercedes |
Steppin through flossin campaignin like the President |
Straight to V.I.P., we all-American |
Gangsters, hoes down baby |
Here we come ridin, pullin up in Mercedes |
Steppin through flossin campaignin like the President |
Straight to V.I.P., we all-American |