Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta Shit , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album 500 Degreez, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Gangsta Shit |
| Uh-oh, uh-oh |
| You know how we do it |
| Weezy and Petey, baby |
| Ya’know |
| This here is 500 Degreez |
| Holla at 'em dogg |
| Cuz I know I ain’t dreaming |
| I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy |
| Switching it up |
| Fuck it put them things on the truck |
| What’s the name of y’all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up |
| Hating me kinky licks talking so much |
| Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking |
| You want to |
| You ain’t built to squabble with us |
| I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus |
| I drink your water up |
| Cool off I’m leaving with something |
| They leaving you something crop stolen |
| An asshole heard it |
| Hip on purpose |
| Dre I did what you told me |
| I been acting like I don’t hear ya but that shit been working |
| Keep me a burner |
| Poison that I grab in the morning |
| Cuz I know that that’s what’s gon hold me down on this earth |
| A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated |
| I keep waiting |
| I hear your name in the papers |
| They call me Young Ass Weezy |
| I’m gon' round up the whole uptown |
| We gon burn this bitch down to the ground |
| People understand that you’re fucking with some motherfucking soldiers |
| Crazy-ass Petey |
| I’mma tell a nigga just like this |
| If you want it boy you sure can get it |
| You ain’t heard |
| It’s Cash Money and that Carolina nigga |
| They call me Gangsta Gangsta |
| Weezy, Weezy |
| Lil Birdman junior |
| Holla at ya nigga |
| I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga |
| I’mma big pimp I throw a model at you nigga |
| Squad-ad squad up throw up the motto at you niggas |
| You can mind up I throw a hollow at you nigga |
| And I’m so high |
| No I’m too high |
| But a little work on a few blocks |
| And I put a few skirts on a few blocks |
| If you dirt you feel the burst from a few blocks |
| Oh lordy there nobody like me shortie |
| I hold Cash Money myself it’s me money |
| Old cats wants to test come see shortie |
| I got it all hot it in the pocket I’ll pop it |
| I’m riding in a 'Rarri, but the top is in my pocket |
| That’s Young Weezy Baby |
| You see it’s Young Wayne |
| Game is ashamed and they say he’s a pain |
| He is crazy deranged |
| Put them blades on his thing |
| Just like 80 to summer |
| So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or something |
| So, when I come through the ladies praise me or something |
| Like, Weezy’s the man |
| If you be’s where he be’s then you leaves with a tan |
| Cuz he’s 500 Degreez |
| I need a fan, whew |
| Cool me off wipe me down |
| Daddy is back in town |
| With the back of my Caddy slanted down |
| And the MAC goes black if you ask around |
| Put some hash in that grass that you pass around |
| Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds |
| I’m a gangsta until they put my casket down |
| You can ask around |
| And they tell you like me |
| There ain’t nobody like me |
| It’s Weezy Baby |
| Ayo see this right here is Young Weezy, nigga |
| Don’t get it tangled and twisted |
| I’m in the studio right now nigga |
| With my boy |
| My nigga Boo in this bitch |
| My nigga hot boy album ya’know what I mean |
| 500 Degreez |
| They all riding with ya boy |
| Fi-Fi |
| They gotta feel me |
| Birdman Junior, number one stunna my partner |
| You know the name, bitch |