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
Översättning: Crooked I. Gangsta Rap.
get broke with the quickness I don't gamble, I cheat when it's on Two g's on the table, two in my palm And if I spill up, I pull the nickel 25 strap
again, I'm back in the diss mode I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload On this so-called government we've got If I lied like them, I think I'd get
section Break gangsta shit (Wake up) I thought these fools knew Out on the scout I'm about my papers 'Cos ain't nobody doin Dee no favors I'm tryin'
to time, so I figure I'll slow down the rhyme. So they can understand I' m filled with so much anger and pain, and if I drop, then I'll explode like
be mad I whooped your ass ?cause I?ve tooken a couple feds asking niggas questions but I wouldn?t rebuttal ?cause I?m Jake Gyllenhaal, I?m in the hood
beyond Where the bomb grows on palms and bags labeled Cheech and Chong The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and bandanna Then I rock jams like Santana, I
living All my gangsta soldiers in the prison Don't worry it's a totally new beginning I used to wear bow ties and listen to Farrakhan Now I'm on the
Gladis Knight and its five oh ones Walking right up to the dj man And give another emcee's rap 'cause they knew about him and his gangsta rap The fact
suckers) (Ha?) (Suckers) (What?) (Suckers) What is this, a prison? I'm buggin' off the way that I'm livin' Seems everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position At school I
my nigga, But fuck that, I'm aiming for the stars, my nigga, I won't stop- try 'til the day I die, And I won't cry (no), I can't cry. (Ay, ay, ay, yea
(D-Elite.. state your naaaame, gangsta!) [Tre' Little] C'mon, Tre' Little don status, hold my dick I came in this game like it's more than rap (c'mon
mine But we gangsters I pull a fo' and told you po' out that wine If I wanted flex, I coulda got a strap at that moment I'd rather keep ca-cash, ca-cash, 'cause I
trip I keep that ammunition handy Screwed Up Click until I die Man I'm so high, I don't think I can drive That's why I'm ridin' shotgun with my shotgun
I pay dues, that nigga with a tattoo The thin Ha (Yonkers slang), these motherfuckers gonna watch the Little Rascals When I say I bust my shit, believe
