Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm a Gangsta, artist - Lucky Luciano. Date of issue: 31.01.2005
Song language: English
I'm a Gangsta |
| Chorus: Goldtoes |
| I’m a playa |
| I’m a hustler |
| I’m a gangsta making paper |
| I’m a rider |
| I’m a hustler |
| I’m a playa making paper |
| I’m a gangsta |
| I’m a hustler |
| I’m a playa making paper |
| I’m a rider |
| I’m a gangsta |
| I’m a playa making paper |
| I’ve been hustling all week, now I’m ready to spend |
| I walk up in the club about 12 AM |
| Bitches everywhere, sayin' «There Lucky go» |
| I’m a big time player, never loving no hoe |
| Slab in the front, and we ballin' inside |
| Ballers watch me and my dog pop bottles all night |
| Y’all get out of line, and I’m pullin' out a nine |
| They love to see me broke ass stop without my sign |
| But I’m cold in the game, and you know I’m a star |
| Doin' the hoes in the frame with ya photo car |
| If you looking too hard, what you talking to me for? |
| Boy, I’m 'bout to bread with the money, nothing more |
| I leave her out the club with the baddest bitches in this |
| Sqaures fall, black live, burn off my 20 inches |
| I roll a 'shroom and the chrome pistola |
| Young Houston, you gone off the damn doja |
| Repeat Chorus |
| It’s the Goldtoes |
| Kickin' down doors |
| In the club, hoes recognize a C-E-O |
| Man, that’s fa' sho |
| I’m from the 'Sco |
| Where they get they pimp on |
| And blowing the hydro |
| I pull over here in H-Town because of Lucky |
| In the club, every night |
| Poppin' bottles of the bubbly |
| What I’m saying is for certain |
| All night pervin' |
| My name is Goldtoes, and the money’s what I’m earnin' |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Yeah, I got a gun |
| But that ain’t really nothin' |
| With my partner Goldtoes, might stab you in the club |
| I’m a big bank flipper |
| Hustle from a nigga |
| Hand-cuffed ya bitch when a boss playa enter |
| Lined to get ya, that bitch is on zipper |
| Have her ass on the track and high heels off the pizzle |
| Aw, need a mob figure, got richer |
| I’m foretellin' y’all how I live my life, nigga |
| I put it down for the players and the hustlers |
| Broke boys hate me cause I stay away from busters |
| But I stay throwed til the day that I die |
| Do it big, spend money, drive drank and get high |
| Pass by somethin' new with a piston on the floor |
| Beans, steak and shrimp with my bitches on the poles |
| Man, it ain’t nothin' to a boss named Lucky |
| Everyday, all day, I’m on a grind to make money |
| Repeat Chorus |