Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta, artist - SWISHAHOUSE. Date of issue: 19.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsta |
| I started small time, choke game cocaine |
| Pushing rocks on the block, I’m never broke mayn — 3x |
| I started small time, choke game cocaine |
| Damn it feels good, to be a gangsta |
| Purple drank wet paint, fired up let it stank |
| 65 in the tank, half a mill in the bank |
| Drop dog butter guts, scratching on them 84's |
| Cadillac ass down, I’ma slam it on the note |
| All star heavy buck, I’ma cop twenty trucks |
| Call twenty homies, tell em go to lot and pick em up |
| I’ma slide in the ride, do’s popped suicide |
| Chop cut fresh buck, trunk popped real wide |
| Representing Southside, swanging and banging |
| 84's twisting, TV’s raining |
| I’ma let em see the hood, floating by holding wood |
| Haters on the sideline, know a playa looking good |
| Ever since I came out, two heaters in the spot |
| Cheaters know they bet not, try to set a road block |
| Gotta stay true, in the street |
| I hustle real hard, the whole team gotta eat (that's gangsta) |
| I got a bag in my pocket, weighing least a grand |
| Eight balls quarter ounces, half-a-ki's and slabs |
| Want a cook I can cook for ya, soft come with it |
| 4−50 on a ounce, if you want it come get it |
| You a smoker by flip it, you can smoke for free |
| Let the whole hood know, that they can sco' it from me |
| I’m the dope man dope man, blue jeans sagging |
| T-shirt Chuck’s on, blue rag wearing |
| I don’t give a fuck homes, laws keep staring |
| But they can get the fuck on, cause I’m not sharing |
| Block bleeding till my heart stop, mama at home |
| She ain’t working, so my neighborhood keeping me on |
| I’m a young nigga old one, I worship the grind |
| And if I ever got jammed, fuck it give me my time |
| Cause I’ma be a big time, cocaine slanger |
| (damn it feels good, to be a gangsta) |
| Yes indeed, I confess I’m blessed with G’s |
| Bloodline from my grandpa, Jerney Lee |
| On D-block, with Eye G see Bulldog |
| Not just the rapper, dude really hood dog |
| Compact nine millimeter, in my pocket |
| So watch it if you talking, sideways are watching |
| Or an object, go upside your noggin |
| 17−0-3, military clocking |
| I’m out that Manner, we mobbing |
| My relatives sleep, we robbing |
| I’m low key, kitchen in the process |
| If you’s a hustler, you picked up and caught that |
| Swishahouse down South, where the Nawf at |
| What’s really hood homeboy, where you mouth at |
| Held down, like a ankle on my ankle |
| (damn it feels good to be a gangsta), gangsta |