Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Rap, artist - Crooked I.
Date of issue: 28.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsta Rap |
Now flip with a nigga, as we dip through the Dirty |
Four-tops, spin out and bent up to thirty |
I only ride for homies, 'cause hoes ain’t worthy |
Never put a bitch before your road doggs, ya heard me? |
Plus, we do shit other rappers can’t feel |
Like, hangin’in the same spots we hung out for the deal |
For real, the ghetto ain’t a pop song, Cutty |
The ghetto bodies get up, get out, and get nutty |
And fool, do it 'til the death if you have too |
Just get the fuck up off the cuts, 'fore they grab you |
And have you doin’penitentary time |
Got these rap cats thinkin', if they shit to lift rhymes |
If you ain’t in the streets, then nigga, |
stick to the balance, or get caught up Tossed up, in this bitch, like a salad |
Dedicated to my niggas out here stuck in the trap |
I deliver it just like I live it, it ain’t rap |
Trust me This is really that gangsta boggie (2 times) |
That gangsta (4 times) |
This is for the ballers |
Gangsta rap! |
What all the hoes love |
Gangsta rap! |
What you hop your 6−4 to? |
Gangsta rap! |
You can do what you want to Gangsta rap! |
Yeah, this is for the ballers |
Gangsta rap! |
What all the hoes love |
Gangsta rap! |
What you hop your 6−4 to? |
Gangsta rap! |
You can do what you want to Gangsta rap! |
(Verse 2 — Crooked I) |
What did you fall in the spot? |
You could say that they callin’a cop |
I’m robbin’niggas, whether they ballin’or not |
The Steven Segal of the block |
Clock you with a pool ball in a sock |
Pop you and crawl off in a drop |
Dodger hatted-up |
I’m fly as a shot when it hovers |
A mix between Morpheous and Matrix |
In rocket in colors |
Tell me, can I… |
Rip 'em up? |
This a jack |
Keep them hands high |
Stick 'em up No Metropolis, stoppin’this apocalypse |
You couldn’t see this novelist |
With positive and optimistic results from an optometrist |
G shit, that we dreeze, ah! |
I’m in that L… B… C… G And we’s, domes like two head soldiers |
I’m ghetto enough to go platinum on bootleg versions, uh-huh! |
Strapped, jumpin’outta the caravan |
Kids turn the channel, now I’m finna smoke the camera man |
(Verse 3 — Treach) |
I got a question, what’s the question? |
«What is gangsta rap?» |
Is it gangsta niggas that’s rappin'? |
Or rappin’niggas that act? |
I’ll tell you what, gangsta rap ain’t even force |
It ain’t bangin’on wax |
With dirty backs |
Gettin’slapped at The Source |
Hmmph, comin’in with your toes pointed out |
Runnin’quicker than the bitches and the hoes runnin’out |
Don’t be pussy and shoot my kids |
The set trip, next shit |
And I’ll make it out, to be East &West shit |
I took a ???, then bless it Manhandle the message |
Double my records, Death Row the best shit |
Built in L.A. |
You lay, then pay |
Still ??? |
in ??? |
You’re laid out the same day |
This is really that gangsta boggie (2 times) |
That gangsta (4 times) |
(Chorus — 2 times) |