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