| It’s g-a-n-g-s-t-a
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| That’s how it be and it’s gon’say (Y'all know whoooooooo)
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| That’s how it be when you see me That’s how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo)
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| If it’s me it’s got to be If it’s me it’s got to be G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo)
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| I’m still living la vida loca
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| Where hoes sell prices on weed or coke-a
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| For the hustlers, for the customers, trust the buzz
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| It’s have you makin’one of the sounds that Busta does (woo HAH!)
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| They love me just because
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| I’m in the gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (Ha ha ha ha)
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| With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta nigga
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| I’m the co-founder, I know the difference between pimps and hoe-hounders
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| I can tell when they ain’t learn to lean
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| They gold cups missing stones, turning green
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| I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what’s good
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| God was in a good mood, on the day he made me
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| I’m from the projects, it’s the way it made me And I wouldn’t change it for nothing
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| I stay on point, that’s 'cuz I know the danger of stuntin'
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| But the aim is like I’ll be at the ranges or somethin'
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| It takes a gangsta, to know a gangsta
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| That’s why we look at you like a stranger or somethin'
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| 'Cuz we can tell by the body language you frontin'
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| And it take a little more than lettin’ya pants sag
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| Ya sand bag, tryna jump on the band wag
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| I’ll put the red dot on you like a Japan flag
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| You need some high heels and a handbag
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| I’m in the ten minutes to nine, leanin’on 'em
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| Like I’m ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots
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| Give me a .40 cal wit’ten in it, I’m fine
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| Just spray, and shit’ll get you ten minute of shine
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| Keep a friend in it, that’s ten cented for mine
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| Keep the rims in it, that spin in it for mine
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| Can’t see him in it, I been tinted up mine
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| But you know a nigga look oh so gangsta
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| Oh no thank ya, I earned my key
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| My name’ll get you fucked up, and burners tee
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| That’s gangsta love, from the heart
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| Yo I told y’all from the start
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| And now (y'all know whoooooooo)
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| Keep it G’d up, I can’t slow down, these creep’s speed up Cali bringin’peeps and weed up
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| I’m coming through with a bunch of girls that’ll deep a seed up
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| (It's a gangsta party) |