Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dat Gangsta Gangsta, artist - T-Rock. Album song Behind Enemy Lines, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Record label: Rock Solid
Song language: English
Dat Gangsta Gangsta |
Let’s get twenties motherfucker |
(You know, jig on the beat nigga) |
Y’all know what time it is |
(This is for the grind and the hustle) |
Crack a bottle of Goose and a bottle of purp, keep that work |
(Is to be all over, all over the world) |
We getting killers crunk (crunk) |
We getting strippers loose (loose) |
We make them haters hate (hate) |
We make they hoes choose (why?) |
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
Thy gangsta |
We getting killers crunk (crunk) |
W getting strippers loose (loose) |
We make them haters hate (hate) |
We make they hoes choose (why?) |
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
What’s up? |
C-Mob in this motherfucker |
Y’all want that gangster huh |
Everybody knows that I’m all about the paper and I’m finna get my money even if |
I gotta break bones |
When you meet me you will know you’re in the presence of a G |
I’m the man that your girl wanna take home |
Cause you know that I’ll be handling bi’ness and if I do commit a crime, |
there will not be a witness |
Because I always keep my game on point |
And they know that I don’t start shit if I cannot finish |
Anyone who wanna cross me is a dead man |
Or they’re paralyzed and they’re pissing in a bed pan |
Cause I’m gutter living and I’m dripping for the bread pan |
Trynna get the ink-up then I make em want ten grand |
Haters wanna hate, but the fact of the matter is I’m doing my thang and they |
mad they’re making less bread |
If you wanna do it we can do it |
I’mma leave you leaking food |
When I pull the pistol I’mma leave your chest red |
Laying on your death bed |
Shot up in your crack bed |
Body turns cold and your soul will be rested |
Spent a lot of time in the streets invested |
In the company a killings never with a meth-head |
Don’t fuck with a gangster |
But you better make sure that you got a real strong backbone |
Cause I come from the land of the GDs, BDs, VLs, LKs, and Black Stones |
We getting killers crunk (crunk) |
We getting strippers loose (loose) |
We make them haters hate (hate) |
We make they hoes choose (why?) |
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
That gangsta |
We getting killers crunk (crunk) |
We getting strippers loose (loose) |
We make them haters hate (hate) |
We make they hoes choose (why?) |
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
What’s up? |
Don’t nobody get these strippers loose like T-Rock nigga |
Everybody know that I’m the man on the south side |
See me on the corner with a dope man duffel bag |
Pocket full of nickels and a closet full of pistols |
On the grind, in the middle of the avenue I’m hustling |
A man with intention and tuition of a writer |
A south-sider |
From knowing nothing but survivors |
Ape man sticking put a stake and inflates |
Or they get taken away off in the wind like Elijah |
Dry a nigga and see if I don’t put a hot one inside ya |
We murdered the fakes and then conniver’s |
Now they running from my seventy round drum |
I loaded ammunition nigga shoulda been wiser |
A renegade with no rules |
Make a lot of haters hating at the same time hoes choose |
I’m a nigga that flipping and so I kick it with position nigga use as a |
criminal I’m on a pro tools |
On the block I’ll make the same |
In the club hoes know a nigga name cause I make it rain |
Haters knowing cause they keep it in they mouth and it tastes like shit to em |
every-time we say it man |
We keep them gangsters crunk |
Strippers loose, straight off that goose |
Y’all hoes ain’t real |
Won’t cop |
Won’t shoot |
Won’t knuck |
Won’t buck |
Y’all hoes ain’t tough |
We can do this |
We getting killers crunk (crunk) |
We getting strippers loose (loose) |
We make them haters hate (hate) |
We make they hoes choose (why?) |
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
We getting killers crunk (crunk) |
We getting strippers loose (loose) |
We make them haters hate (hate) |
We make they hoes choose (why?) |
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta) |
What’s up? |
Now they get us in the G-A-N-G-S-T-A-S-H-I-T |
What nigga want what |
G-gansta shit |
Run up on a nigga then shank em quick |
Man look at the niggas that I’m hanging with |
We banking on niggas we dangerous |
You thinking a nigga don’t bring the fists |
To the battle |
Fit these niggas a hat |
They’re not knowing that I’m packing the steel |
I can see the back of their whip and give em my sheeter’s |
You tripping guarantee it and in fact it’s a cheer |
I don’t really wanna kill a nigga but I got my blood bubbling hot |
I’m not running from the cops |
I’m running from the nigga that be popping at the list with the quickness |
They don’t wanna trouble with the Glock |
I’m busting off the top |
Yeah, any hater can get it |
Thinking you fresh I’m shooting bullets at your fitted |
A nigga better get your girlfriend before I hit it |
And give me some dumb yeah you know that you with it |
Every nigga wanna be the baddest nigga living but I’m sticking niggas up and |
all their money I be getting |
Yeah their bitches I be hitting from the back and then she licking on my sack |
and I ain’t giving nothing back and she ain’t tripping |
If she all about her bi’ness if she playing her position |
Chop it off, pick it up, then keep switching |
Slikk get em bust a nigga head if you bitching |
Staying on my A-game I ain’t ever slipping |