Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta Bitch , by - E.S.G.. Release date: 04.04.1995
Song language: English
Gangsta Bitch |
| Some of y’all niggas are bitches too, that’s right |
| But me, a player, from the third coast man |
| I’d rather have a bitch, that’s gangsta you knowI’mtalkinbout |
| So right about now, for the year two triple O |
| E.S.G., Tre Duece and my partner Ron-O |
| We gone let the whole world know, what type |
| Of bitches we got down here in the south no doubt, no doubt |
| If you ain’t a gangsta bitch, I don’t want you, don’t want you baby |
| If you ain’t a gangsta bitch, I don’t need you, don’t need you baby, uh |
| Now I got a bitch, that do what I tell her |
| Now she holds my bricks and hit licks on my cellular |
| My bitch is playa made, with a head full of them braids |
| She rides panties aside, gray insides on the blades |
| Now my bitch don’t smoke, but she ride with the dope |
| Plus she keep a 25 stuffed inside her coach |
| Bag in the jag showing ass, turning heads |
| Tattoos on her thighs with the money sign on her leg |
| See I trust her with my cash, I trust her with my bank |
| Plus she’s the type of bitch that’ll bust a strip for the drink |
| If we ain’t freaking, then she setting up a reakon |
| So we go in for three so fly off for the weekend |
| Properly to a rumor, send bags so fast brah |
| Don’t know what I do, if the feds ever arrest her |
| Let’s po' a four, slam my door, and bang screw |
| Plus some of y’all niggas are bitches too |
| Now all my broads is classy and jazzy and keep me looking lovely |
| Far from ugly, and hit the highway for me |
| Do everything I say, everything my way |
| I’m a, big boss baller broads got to pay like they way |
| Heezy cheesy, I do it the g-way |
| Do whatever 3 say, get paid on the freeway |
| No de-lay, don’t stop it, 1999 |
| Man these hoes sure be popping |
| I watch that game unfold over a matter of time |
| Cause if I get 25 she gone have to hold up for a dime |
| Like the ground you walk on, don’t talk on my bitches |
| Cause everything I done, she was my only witness |
| In this gangsta life, gangsta relationship |
| Blood is thicker than water baby I paid my bitch |
| From head to toe, don’t need to say no more |
| Cause when I’m gone now she gone bring home the payroll, to daddy |
| I got a real bitch, I got a pop a pill bitch |
| A sexy brown, put it down, to make a mill bitch |
| I mean a fine bitch, a top of the line bitch |
| Won’t drop no dime bitch, down to do the time bitch |
| I mean a thick bitch, trying to get rich bitch |
| That’d hit the interstate with two bricks bitch |
| A all in bitch, a top ten bitch |
| A S class with the blue lens bitch |
| I got a super star bitch, a sipping bar bitch |
| A third coast raised that’ll take a nigga charge bitch |
| I got a baller bitch, a shot caller bitch |
| That’ll pay for a young nigga lawyer bitch |
| You got a young hoe, I mean a dumb hoe |
| I got a post a million dollar fucking bond hoe |
| A thick thigh bitch, D.K.N.Y. |
| bitch |
| So when we get married don’t ask a young nigga why bitch |
| We off the heezy, we off the heezy |
| And if she ain’t a gangsta bitch I don’t need it — 4x |
| BIATCH, off the heezy, fa sheezy |
| E.S.Geezy, down in H-Tizzy bizzy baby |
| KnowI’mtalkingbout, platinum sizzold |
| For the 9−9 and the two tripple izzo |
| Ha ha, anybody my partner St. Clizzaire |
| KnowI’mtalkingbout, BIATCH |