| …when the fire dies down what the fuck you gonna do?
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| damn it feels good to be a gansta…
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| yeah, I take y’all way back
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| Seven years old,
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| I’m lookin’up to the ganstas in the hood,
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| 'cause to me and my cousins yeah they represented good,
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| Even when we played cops and robbers on the block,
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| nobody wanted to play the cop yeah,
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| 'cause the cop was a pussy-ass bitch,
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| and if you played the cop, nigga you got your ass kicked!
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| I was a curious child,
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| I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gansta style
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| The way they talk, the way they walk, the way they act,
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| the way they wore dat gansta hat,
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| Tilted, rim layed flat out,
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| now that’s the type a shit I’m talkin’about yeah,
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| Cigarette in one hand, drink in the other,
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| leanin’to one side, cooler than a motherfucker,
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| With the ganstass nicknames,
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| Killin’Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Go-Deal, Lil Lane,
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| True muthafuckin’mack daddies,
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| bitch on the side, drivin’the '73 caddy,
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| Wid a chrome plated .357
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| ready to send a muthafucka on a stairway to heaven,
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| I was fascinated, yeah
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| I let 'em influence me, and my momma hate it,
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| But she still gave me love,
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| 'cause my momma understood,
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| that it was in my blood,
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| See I was a psycho,
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| and in a few mo’years she wouldn’t have to worry about a Michael,
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| 'cause I’ll be makin’my own decisions, yeah
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| Comin’up fast, clockin’cash
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| Straight Ganstaism
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| Yeah… Uh… On and On and On and On and On… Yeah… Uh Break it down
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| Uh Like dat
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| Like dat
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| Yeah
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| Now is '93
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| I got a name fo’myself,
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| Made a little dough, played the cards I was dealt,
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| didn’t go fo’self, now I’m a G, huh
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| and every muthafuckin’body know me,
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| Niggas in the hood, all got love,
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| 'cause they saw me raise up from a muthafuckin scrub,
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| And hoes that I know,
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| from way back befo'
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| they used to say no,
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| all wanna go to the hotel,
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| 'cause they claim that they intrested,
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| and everybody talkin’about the shit that they wish they did,
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| but I surpassed all that,
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| they used to wanna know if I was down, now they don’t ask all that,
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| 'cause they believin’what they seein'
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| A young nigga comin’up fast, yeah
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| Sittin’back as a youngsta, peepin’out ma folks,
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| Some were straight G’s and some when not smoking dope,
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| I had to cope wid it, be a man and stay strong,
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| even though some folks didn’t think that I’d live long,
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| I watch grandpa shoot dice at the liquo’sto'
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| Gettin’licks in the dough ague and the Big Joe,
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| Walkin’out the door wid a gallon of Jack,
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| Sellin’straight cess booze 'cause back then there weren’t no crack,
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| A matter fact, to this day,
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| I’m doin’shit like grandpa in every way,
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| I got my hustle on loc I ain’t frontin'
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| Jus’a young nigga in this world tryin’ta have somethin’yeah
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| That’s then you find and I know,
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| That’s how I was raised and that’s how I’m a go,
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| I dunno will I ever be a cell mate but I do know I’m never goin’straight…
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| Gansterism
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| Yeah really doe 3−2 in the muthafuckin’house doe
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| Down with the mutherfuckin’GB
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| and y’all gonna hear the original big baby really doe
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| and the mutherfuckin'9 to the deuce!
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| I know you heard that big baby yeah
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| We got Seag in the muthafuckin’house doe from Oakland yeah
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| We got Big Mike yeeahuh, Fattey Hattey yeeahuh
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| We got Big Chief and LeJay, really doe
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| Say big baby, lookit my deed
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| you fuckin’bitch! |
| really doe
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| Bido in the muthafuckin’house, yeah
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| Nigga face evil really doe
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| they can’t fade this soft shit doe
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| Uh the they can’t fade it doe
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| I’m outta this beeyatch! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Straight Gangstaism , by - Geto Boys. Song from the album Til Death Do Us Part, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп