Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She's A Gangsta, artist - Ms. Jade. Album song Girl Interrupted, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Beat Club, Interscope
Song language: English
She's A Gangsta |
Yo, what I need right here. |
Is my ladies on one side. |
And my fellas on one side. |
This goes out to all the ghetto clubs. |
And this how we gone put it down. |
BEEEAAATTT CLUUUBBB! |
OHH! |
Who the hell wanna test me? |
Big guns and things |
See me in the SOURCE book, big frozen rings |
Never been a follower, always been a leader |
Y’all to meet us, get down on ya knees when you greet her |
I’m a gangsta, see me in the ball wit my niggas |
Rowdy lil' dudes ain’t afraid to pull triggas |
Get shit crunk, I’m a fuckin' icon |
Niggas in the street whisperin' about mine, why? |
Cause I’m. |
the broad from the East |
Smellin' like Gucci, Fendi linen pants wit the crease, huh |
You want a piece? |
I don’t think ya half-ready |
See fifty-five, but I used to push the Chevy |
Fuck up tracks, but y’all just rap |
Never touch pape, most of y’all just act |
Heidi-flights, pimp rap, must tell y’all the truth |
I get it in, but y’all mess around in the booth |
What the fuck, y’all suck, come at all y’all smuts |
Poppin' up worldwide, everywhere like Starbucks |
What the fuck, y’all suck come at all y’all smuts |
Poppin' up worldwide, everywhere like Starbucks |
She’s a gangsta |
Not a pranksta, y’all |
Not a follower |
But a leader, y’all, feel that |
She’s a gangsta girl |
She’s a gangsta girl |
Now can ya feel that? |
She’s a gangsta girl |
She’s a gangsta girl |
I got the sickest, rolled me a big spliff |
Crazy when the mic palmed in my black fist |
You do it like you, I do it like this |
Ms. Jade, power food and project piss |
Now, how y’all wanna play? |
Spit it for the big pay |
I leave that ass Up In Smoke like Eminem and Dre |
Semi or the AK, do this shit the Philly way |
We ball out to Hamptons just to get away |
Best 'bout time we settle this |
Up in the club, throwin' bows, actin' ghetto-ish |
And if I stop, I’m a still be a rebel chick |
Have you fuckas duckin' quick, puffin' in a tinted whip |
Beat the case like Puffy did, legend-style like 'Pac and Big |
When I’m gone, trust me, I’m a still live |
Take, but I’d rather get you fuckin' wit the bigger kids |
Bigger ones, bigger funds |
Bigger fleece, Timbaland, bigger beats. |
Cruisin' down 95 wit a cup in my hand |
Hot throws, large bills tucked up in a rubberband |
Got the aimed amount, won’t let 'em burn me out |
Cause I’m a strong black woman, yup, grown black woman |
Gangs, do I really play? |
Nine-to-five barely pay |
Pounds of the green shit, never fuck wit the trays |
I don’t care if it bothers you, I’m still gone blaze |
So sick like a virus that never goes away, hey |
Hold ya breathe, you can smell the success |
Spit sixteen off the pit pattin' ya chest |
Yes, I’m so blessed, y’all cats is so stressed |
Yeah, the streets been talkin' but my pen’ll do the rest |
Future mapped out, money linked all in |
I’m a saturate the game, then sink y’all in |
Snakes, fakes, and dick riders, what I dispise |
Out to take it all over and will not compromise |