Gangsta

Vicious, vicious speckles around that boy Uh-huh Uh, uh, ooh These niggas don't want it Hm What? Hm Yeah, yeah C-Bo, Brotha Lynch West Coast, West Coast On the map, on the map What? What? Uh-huh, yeah Y'all ready for the all out, calling out? Bitch want a nigga that's ballin' out (Ballin' out) Money ain't right, they fallin' out (Fallin' out) In the doghouse all night, calling out (Calling out) Spend money like stylin' out Every night sunset, wildin' out All that I plays, all in my face Next thing you know I'm grippin' her waist Hit the pillow in her face All up in your place Dick all up in your face I just exercise game on a bitch (And what?) Hang out the window, chain slang on a bitch (And what?) Cock game, then aim on a bitch (And what?) Tryna get off into the brain on a bitch (And what?) Bet that I make change on a bitch Flip four point six range on a bitch (Bitch) Same nigga, same trick, same wrist Nigga just frostbit At the bar off six bottles of Cris' Hookers look like models and shit Nigga, 'cause we gangsta We like, "Fuck a ho" Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though Gangsta We like, "Fuck a ho" Never thinkin' of 'em, though Gangsta We like, "Fuck a ho" Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though Gangsta We like, "Fuck a ho" Never thinkin' of 'em, though Gangsta We like, "Fuck a ho" Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though Gangsta We like, "Fuck a ho" Never thinkin' of 'em, though I used to ball Like Mark Hopkins, Wendell, and Doggie Jerome Used to Hang out the window with the nine chrome when it was on Used to Sing out the window when I was fourteen years old It was one o'clock in the morning, in her window Hard as a stone, gotta get it on Hit domes, split domes, put chromes in they crevices Gotta let it rip Better hope that clip don't split you like a lettuce Got a fetish for meat, retreat Penetration, generating the heat Beat to the slutty meat Got it all on my Dickies and seats (Fuck) Never trusted a ho, just busted a ho in the grill I'm the type of nigga that'll get real Shoot them slugs in your bill, gotta get that mill' Gotta pop that pill too Gotta fuck you 'til I kill you Like rip, don't even trip Eat 'em up like soul food, this is four, fool And the nine connected Double jeopardy if you step to me Get a hysterectomy for disrespectin' me Expect to leak your life away Used to cut 'em up in little pieces for the meat grip Hooked the meat like fish fillet Nigga, 'cause we gangsta We like, "Fuck a ho" Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though Gangsta We like, "Fuck a ho" Never thinkin' of 'em, though Gangsta We like, "Fuck a ho" Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though Gangsta We like, "Fuck a ho" Never thinkin' of 'em, though Gangsta We like, "Fuck a ho" Tuck 'em, don't love 'em, though Gangsta We like, "Fuck a ho" Never thinkin' of 'em, though I'm a rhyme fanatic Titanic grinder, used to minor static Tryna have it, automatic MAC Black vagina addict, silly rabbit Tricks is for kids, you must be crazy 'Cause screwin' got niggas doin' bids and pushin' up daisies It never ceases to amaze me what niggas do for the cock Like what G's do for the block and these fiends do for the rock Tick-tock, it don't stop From the back, bottom, or on top, we got 'em hot If we can't make it crack, then it won't pop Pop