Gangsta

[Intro] (G-G-G-G-G-Unit) Everything 'bout you so gangsta Oh, you just so gangsta Ooh, so gangsta What up, gangsta [Verse 1: Kiely] My baby, you know I'm lovin' your style and your gangsta touch Plus, I like the fact that you're kind of rough I need a thug in my life that will ride, ride, ride and ride again Can't complain about the way you lovin' me And you know I ain't trippin' off your gangsta ways So, can I be your ride or die for life [Chorus] I love the way you pull up on them dubs, you know Everything 'bout you so gangsta Your white tee throwback with the matching hat Oh, you just so gangsta Every good girl wants a thug in her life Who can put it down so gangsta From your head down to your Air Force 1's (From your head to your toes) Boy, you know you just so gangsta [Verse 2: Adrienne] My baby, you know them other papi's ain't got nothin' on you Can't nobody give me thug lovin' like you Like in the middle of the night what my body's calling for Someone to hold me tight Yeah, I know you're bad, but you treat me good Yeah, I know you tryna get us out the hood Gangsta yet a gentleman and I'm so open for ya [Chorus] I love the way you pull up on them dubs, you know Everything 'bout you so gangsta (Oh, you know you're so gangsta) Your white tee throwback with the matching hat (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, you just so gangsta (No-woah, so gangsta) Every good girl wants a thug in her life Who can put it down so gangsta (So gangsta) From your head down to your Air Force 1's Boy, you know you just so gangsta (Boy, you know you just so gangsta) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] This is for my niggas on the block twist and treatin' cigars For the niggas on lock doin' life behind bars I don't say only God can judge me cause I see things clear Crook these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the don Like Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm Slim switch sides on me, let niggas ride on me Would you be down to ride [Bridge: Jessica] Ain't nothin' pretty 'bout you cause you's the thug Type two, wife-beater with a bottle of bud With ya drop-top, six-four rollin' on dubs Be bangin' in the trunk when I'm out in the club Ain't got no rigs to chain cause ya keeps it hood And all my friends just jealous cause you treat me good When you're rollin' down the block, everybody holla back What up gangsta [Chorus] I love the way you pull up on them dubs, you know Everything 'bout you so gangsta (Baby, you're likely) Your white tee throwback with the matching hat Oh, you just so gangsta (Oh, you just so, so) Every good girl wants a thug in her life (Gangsta) Who can put it down so gangsta (Who can put it down) From your head down to your Air Force 1's Boy, you know you just so gangsta (Oh) [Outro: Kiely] Hey (Oh) You know you so gangsta Yeah, yeah Aw, so ganstga You know, you know Aw, baby You know you so gangsta