Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta Steppin' , by - Mr. Shadow. Release date: 04.11.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsta Steppin' |
| Yeah, what’s crackin, ha ha |
| Mr. Shadow |
| With my diggty dawg bow wow |
| GP to the A |
| We keep it gangsta all day |
| In Killaforn I-A |
| You know, shit |
| We all gangsta thugs and hustlers |
| Mothafucka |
| Hoes we brake laws |
| So shut your jaws |
| Feel the combination |
| From this San Diego south paw |
| Bitch I’m your down fall |
| Bustin roll calls on property walls |
| On Don Robbery’s and Shoppin Malls |
| Gangsta walk through your grandmother’s house |
| And if the hoe says a word |
| She’s gettin smacked in the mouth |
| I gives a fuck what you’re goin through |
| Fuck what you’re down for |
| It’s Woptown for you busters on the platform |
| For your concern on the daily we burn |
| Multiple rounds of chronic |
| Runnin the streets in a hurry |
| We all gangstas smugglin |
| Strugglin and daily hustlers |
| And we gettin paid |
| Without workin a muscle |
| Life is like a puzzle |
| Got to get it together |
| Now my shit’s legal |
| Still puttin down for what ever |
| Berretas never let up |
| Mothafucka breath again |
| Don’t ever try to fuck with this |
| Amichi Park Mexican |
| Here we go again on a gangsta fied mission |
| Mr. Shadow, GPA straight dippin |
| Fuck you fools, who don’t like us |
| Just because we’re thugs and roll with murderers |
| If you’s a smoker where’s the mothafuckin bud at |
| What you think you’re blazin my sack |
| Fuck that |
| Tuck my nine on my waist at all times |
| Look where I got slangin nickels and dimes |
| And I’m still growin |
| Flowin P’s and K’s over the border |
| Mothafuckas pay me in cash |
| Car keys or money orders |
| I know you heard of us |
| Thugs and murderers |
| How nobody can handle us |
| Cause we’re so scandelous |
| Plus we’re down to bust headeral |
| If not all my federal |
| Hollow slugs at all you bitch homosexuals |
| Actin like you got it crackin |
| But nothin goin on |
| But your mothafuckin lips smackin |
| You see fools like you get wacked in the streets |
| Out here it’s no joke and fake hoes get beat |
| If you sleep you’re losin little homie fuck snuzzin |
| So light up a blunt and start brain cell abusin |
| Who the fuck ya’ll ballin |
| Pistol grippin just for bittin |
| Spray paintin on the wall |
| Territory gang fightin |
| In get this feeling as I begin to write down shit |
| Lyrics get tossed on to a beat when it’s on hit |
| For ever I’m bustin |
| And rats I never trust em |
| Hoes I never love em |
| And haters I say fuck em |
| Cause I can get crazy on em |
| Not only in raps |
| Ain’t scared to put hands on em |
| Fuck talkin we scrap |
| Gettin my lok on |
| Get ready and hold on |
| I bang when I’m bustin |
| Want it all when there’s nothin |
| Ain’t got shit to prove |
| High as fuck and feel my groove |
| Gotta take a moment |
| Under preasure when I flow it |
| Lyrics surprised all those actin phony |
| Slip and slide in my street slang |
| With the mic that I’m holdin |
| On the run mothafuckas |
| Packin gun mothafuckas |
| Just for fun mothafuckas |
| Any dumb mothafuckas |
| Right here be the Wicked side |
| Let me take you for a ride |
| Drunk as fuck like my raps |
| This is Deigo pride |
| You know how that shit goes |
| Now tell me |
| Can one of you fuck with us |
| Uh un… I don’t think so |
| So tuck you tail and go home |
| Mothafucka |