Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Shit, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song 500 Degreez, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 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 |