Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep It Gangsta, artist - G. DepDate of issue: 19.04.2005
Song language: English
Keep It Gangsta |
| I got enough flows to spit, the coldest shit |
| Give you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip |
| I got enough O’s to get, and hoes to hit |
| Try to stick ya nose in shit, get froze and stiff |
| Talkin''bout load ya clip, and O’s you flip |
| When you ain’t holdin shit but droze and dick |
| Roll the spliff, take the toke |
| You either gettin cake or broke, you can stay awake or croak |
| Take a note, take a vote |
| By a landslide, tell ya man slide or I’ll shake ya boat |
| Take ya toast, this rap shit I make the oath |
| To get cake or estates by the lake or boat |
| Bad hoes, insatiable |
| See the snake, eat steak, leave faith they hate to go Yo, its to late to blow |
| Ya run around pay for hoes, that’s why ya paper low |
| We them niggaz with big guns and big dicks |
| Flood ya block, and keep it gangsta |
| We them niggaz with big guns and big dicks |
| Coke them rocks, and keep it gangsta |
| We them niggaz with big guns and big dicks |
| Drop the top, and keep it gangsta |
| We them niggaz with big guns and big dicks |
| Wylin, stylin, keep it gangsta |
| Shyne Po, I keep it gully like im supposed too |
| In a hard top something frontin |
| I must of fired, died, came back as a rapper |
| Scarface, smith and eights, in my life after |
| Bone crushers on my hip, cause shit get thick |
| In the mist of killas tryin to get rich |
| I’m two shells from hell tell 'em I’m made for this life |
| District attorney, tryin’to indict |
| But I don’t give a fuck, 'cause I’ma do me Till them hollow points, rip through me I was born to die, live for what? |
| Plush slut, bucks, guns and dust |
| Spent late nights in the kitchen, wishin' |
| Watchin the pot boil, mixin, sniffin |
| Keepin America high, and why wouldn’t I? |
| Gangstas don’t talk, we beat the case and walk |
| We them niggaz with big guns and big dicks |
| Flood ya block, and keep it gangsta |
| We them niggaz with big guns and big dicks |
| Coke them rocks, and keep it gangsta |
| We them niggaz with big guns and big dicks |
| Drop the top, and keep it gangsta |
| We them niggaz with big guns and big dicks |
| Wylin, stylin, keep it gangsta |
| Yo, I got wild fed to earn, lead to burn |
| slot time, dead ya turn |
| Lotta cats gotta wait til they dead to learn |
| Pastor Rev. Sermen, ya learnin' |
| I’ma wild card to play, guard ya pay |
| Goodbye’s hard to say, cause ya moms to pray |
| Ya lookin odd and gay, I’m modern day |
| I’ma rep till im hard and gray, pardon me |
| I’ma make it hard today, bombs away |
| Launch grenades, at your entourage and blaze |
| Calm ya rage, I aint even on ya page |
| Ya see-thru like lingerie, guns in a large array |
| Hit the door, kick the raw, spit that law, then spits some more |
| Everybody hit the floor, I’m quick to draw |
| Flows like hittin bitches raw, to sick to cure |
| We them niggaz with big guns and big dicks |
| Flood ya block, and keep it gangsta |
| We them niggaz with big guns and big dicks |
| Coke them rocks, and keep it gangsta |
| We them niggaz with big guns and big dicks |
| Drop the top, and keep it gangsta |
| We them niggaz with big guns and big dicks |
| Wylin, stylin, keep it gangsta |