Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta Rap , by - Crooked I. Release date: 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) |