Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta , by - Trick Daddy. Release date: 05.08.2002
Song language: English
Gangsta |
| And the winner is, Trick Diesel |
| Facemob |
| My nigga Baby, ha ha |
| Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta |
| You know me, 'T' double, you know I’m a G |
| Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta |
| Gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker |
| But it was like you, you a pussy nigga |
| But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta |
| Gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker |
| Went to a eight ball from a dime piece |
| Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks |
| Shit lookin' good but I think slammin' |
| Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half |
| Sellin' O’s or betta clockin a fag |
| Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin' they ass |
| Gotta keep my bread in a safe place |
| We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations |
| Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money |
| Try nothin' funny and I don’t buy dummies |
| Every ounce betta bounce back |
| And every brick that I break up |
| It all betta flake up |
| And when that shit hit the waters |
| Shit go to ballin' |
| That dope all betta fall in |
| I bought coke back on 84 |
| Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo |
| And when I hit him I want to hurt him |
| And on cutlass I wanna hit it |
| They ass gon' feel it |
| Ay, ay, ay, ay |
| It’s the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill |
| Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is |
| Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin' rubber |
| You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin' |
| Ay, ay roll a lil somethin' |
| Mmmm Hmmmm blow a lil somethin' |
| I got them thangs for a lil nothin' |
| If you got a lil money I’ma throw a lil somethin' |
| Bump this nigga |
| Mmmm Hmmmm fuck you nigga |
| We ain’t from 'round here dumpin' on niggas |
| But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this nigga |
| Well let me get to my hustle (hustle) |
| I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles) |
| I got ki’s in the muffler |
| Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker |
| Face mob, right back at ya |
| With O’s like cookies I flip like spatulas |
| 99.9 of the time I’m on the grind |
| Bricked up and breakin' em down |
| I got to admit the dope game gravy |
| 3 zippers balled up you bring back 80 |
| You learn to swell you might see double |
| Remember you can’t sell bubble |
| So here it is fool |
| I play the game where its no rules |
| Givin' you lessons from the old school |
| You don’t get high off your own supply |
| And when a motherfucker cross you make sure he die |
| Make the next man know he got to think about the payback |
| This shit go deeper than me rapping or me say that |
| Ask my nigga Trick Daddy, ask my nigga Baby |
| Been like that since the early 80's |