Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dat Gangsta Gangsta , by - T-Rock. Song from the album Behind Enemy Lines, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |