Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta , by - Fat Joe. Song from the album Loyalty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.11.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: RT Industries
Song language: English
Gangsta |
| Ollie ollie oxen free! |
| Like one, two, three |
| Red light, green light, one, two, three |
| Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes |
| Pitch the ball I’mma smack that shit |
| Yeah, ohhhhhh, going. |
| going |
| Yeah yeah what up son? |
| Yo I got this twenty two nigga play me like. |
| Nah, I ain’t got no bullets |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| Top two for five, three for five, we rollin! |
| Now I’m in too deep |
| Only sixteen already hold a name in the street |
| Makin the fifth scream, rockin older niggas to sleep |
| Make a fiend strip naked cuz he owed for a week |
| Now the Squad’s getting recognized, supplyin connects with pies |
| Pumpin pounds of weight, nigga like exercise |
| Joe been over quarter five dope and homicide |
| Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna died |
| Young and not givin a fuck |
| There ain’t a nigga I ain’t hit when I buck and left 'em shit outta luck |
| I’mma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin number spots |
| Sendin me to my room while he was puffin pot |
| Still I use to peak from the door, couldn’t believe what I saw |
| Stacks of money on the bed and the floor |
| It wasn’t long til I did what he did |
| I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived |
| I went from grams into O’s, pounds to bricks |
| On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie shit |
| I’mma gangsta by destiny, OG’s selected me |
| I earned my spot, my whole team elected me |
| Gangsta, gangsta |
| I wanna be a gangsta |
| My daddy was a gangsta |
| Gangsta, gangsta |
| I wanna be a gangsta |
| My daddy was a gangsta |
| Yeah, unh, yo, unh |
| Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing |
| But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again |
| She started out fuckin dudes that resembled her father |
| Mom knew shoulda schooled her but the bitch didn’t bother |
| You couldn’t blame her cuz she got it from her |
| She was a rider from jump, her pop’s died in the hands of a chump |
| Now she’s mad at the world, no more daddy’s little girl |
| Now she’s rockin bandanas, no more Shirley Temple girl |
| Now she be runnin wit some scramblers that be down in Alabama |
| Packin twin hammers, screamin «Life doesn’t matter» |
| It’s a vicious cycle, her game is pretending to like you |
| Thinkin you getting head but she’s just duckin so they can snipe you |
| Movin from state to state, runnin everything from guns to trains |
| And pushing packs from eight to eight |
| You know I can’t say her name but she was a looker |
| Pretty thing, such a shame how this life has took her |
| Now she’s raising hell in the cell, no more his are hollering |
| You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the following. |
| Sell drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix |
| End up locked up or dead in a casket, that’s it |