Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm A Gangsta, artist - Trae. Album song Presents Jay' Ton Get It By The Ton, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.02.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Abn
Song language: English
I'm A Gangsta |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
twenty inch 4's, they don’t make these on the drop |
if they wanna jack I ain’t finna tell a nigga stop |
I bet a hundred stacks he can’t take this out the glock |
I’m a damn fool puttin broke niggas outta stock |
take a picture bitch send it to my niggas on lock |
I’m a asshole, ghetto hoes love the way I rock |
a sick mouth piece-I talk a bitch right up out the cot |
I’m 'Tha Truth’if you say a nigga name |
and I’ll be there to cross ya ass if you say a nigga lame |
I use to have a Hoop, but I rearranged the frame |
so when they see me tippin slow-they get the fuck up out the lane |
All Star in the game, money longer then a train |
I finally got fly and I don’t think I’m finna change |
thirty stacks out the safe so they see a nigga change |
fifty mo stacks now they know a nigga name |
nah the game ain’t the same my attitude thru the roof |
I’m bout to take my right hand and run it thru a nigga tooth |
I hear boys gettin fly, swagger jackin in the booth |
tell them dickridin niggas that I’m the mothafuckin truth, Real Talk! |
(Chorus-Trae) |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
Ay a nigga wanna find me-I'm the streets of the south |
with a bunch of ignorant niggas that’ll take it to ya house |
in a click of black whips everytime a nigga floss |
I tell a bitch to give me head, and tell a bitch to get lost |
it ain’t nothin to a boss-I'm a league of my own |
better greet me with the code when you hit me on the phone |
tell them hoes I’m on the roam on 26 inches of chrome |
I’m at a half of mill and that’s off of rappin alone |
if you think I’m goin broke my nigga that’s where you wrong |
if the rappin stops I load up a couple bricks then I’m gone |
I use to watch my brother turn powder right into stones |
but I done switched the game and put the crack in a form of a song |
now I got the hood set, doors flyin like a jet |
ostrich in the whip got haters on deck |
if they thinkin that was somethin tell e’m see me in a sec |
everytime I pull up on e’m I’ma leave they face wrecked (haha) |
I’ll shut a bitch down, have e’m shook when I’m around |
get e’m if they pride high try to run it to the ground |
ain’t shit to get the click and make niggas get out of town |
if you ever see this gangsta, then hit e’m up with a sign |
(Chorus-Trae) |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
I’m a gangsta nigga you can tell when I walk |
right off the rip I check a bitch, and you can tell when I talk |
I lost count ain’t no tellin how many guns I done bought |
and when it come to beef I won everytime that I fought |
and if I ever end up caught, I get right back to the streets |
and if I need to check a bitch I get right back to the beats |
and if I need to touch a bitch I’m finna put e’m to sleep |
and have his body out of function for a number of weeks |
Asshole nigga never will I fold |
and I represent the hood everywhere a nigga roll |
I don’t know what you was told but my boxin game cold |
you try it you gon’be the first nigga that’s gettin stoled |
then I’m back to the whips, slab floatin like a ship |
I just released the top now they sayin I’m a trip |
they hate the Mac-11 when I got a full clip |
4 deep, 1 deep, 1 blood, 1 crip when I tip |
I’m the one and I gotta let they ass know |
thinkin somethin slow and I’ma have to let my last go |
I’ll get ya touched for alittle bit of cash flow |
let the world know I’ma mothafuckin asshole! |
(Chorus-Trae) |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
I’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |
gan-gangsta, they don’t make these on the block |