[Intro: Kelis]
Gangstas, for the gangstas
Gangstas, for the gangstas
Gangstas, for the gangstas
Gangstas, for the gangstas
[Verse 1: Boo-Bonic]
Yo, I'm not concerned wit the rhymes you wrote
I'm at the Sixers game, seat close enough to trip Kukoc
Niggas mad tryin to catch me slippin;
But instead I'm out of town, nigga, catch me trippin
I guess I sold out, if they don't see me this winter
The only thing I sold out was the CoreStates Center (Chi-ching)
Its Boo-Bonic, got blocks that stay bouncin'
You got baby weights, six pounds and nine ounces
I'm heavy out here (Woo), get your shit together
Tryin to sell it lightweight like Floyd Mayweather
Wanna hit it like Bonic (and) get it like Bonic
But that'll ever happen, you can't spit it like Bonic
Flow poison like B-B-D
I'm sharp and you VHS, I'm DVD (Suckas)
Motherfuckas ain't lived the life
Playas never commit shit, I did your wife
Come on
[Hook: Rosco P. Coldchain]
I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of cash
I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of ass
I'm the type of nigga, got a whole lot of class
But I'm the type of nigga that'll pull out fast
Keep them diamonds white and blue
Spend like the rich and the white will do
Hey, that's just me, ain't nothin I can do
Plus my whole crew, but no, not you
'Cause you a sucka
[Verse 2: Mr. Man]
I'm T-I-G-H-T
You can ask Michael Jackson who B-A-D
You see, I'm a thriller, gangsta cat peeler
Take trips, squad out each, others scared to feel 'em, nigga
Top billa from Grant to Ben Franklin
Cars they never used, our whips is grand spankin'
Mister got 'em thinkin, ask yourself
See who got the coke, the guns, who profit
You take the pack, no gat, so stop it
Bitch, we got it poppin, out Cali knockin'
I wish, wit a dime ass bitch
You home, in a Datsun wishin' for a 6
While my neck stay froze, reminds me of the road
Hoes, see the ice and they lose control
My chain the main reason last winter was cold
Uh, take precaution when I'm flossin
[Hook: Rosco P. Coldchain]
I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of cash
I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of ass
I'm the type of nigga, got a whole lot of class
But I'm the type of nigga that'll pull out fast
Keep them diamonds white and blue
Spend like the rich and the white will do
Hey, that's just me, ain't nothin I can do
Plus my whole crew, but no, not you
'Cause you a sucka
[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
Who wanna see that, cat wit the crown on the P hat?
B-Mac, Philly can y'all be that, see that
Hit where the heat at, see thin sticks where your weed at
Streets and strips where I eat at
Blocks where my heart at, 44 bulldog
Bought back cats where they park at, off that
Back to the drugs like Rite Aid, Walgreens, Eckerd's
Mac serve all things, check it
I buck, stank coke move the best at night
And got nicknames for smokers like Wesley Pipes
Roberta Crack, Puff Daddy, Jennifer Dopez
You know the bucks always gotta fuck wit them cokeheads
Niggas pack tools and say fuck the DTs
And move like cops, only come on TV (Yeah)
Straight up crooks got it honest in 'em
They snatch your earrings since triangles and onyx in 'em
Gangsta!
[Hook: Rosco P. Coldchain]
I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of cash
I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of ass
I'm the type of nigga, got a whole lot of class
But I'm the type of nigga that'll pull out fast
Keep them diamonds white and blue
Spend like the rich and the white will do
Hey, that's just me, ain't nothin I can do
Plus my whole crew, but no, not you
'Cause you a sucka
[Outro: Mr. Man & Kelis]
That's right
Uh-huh, who are we?
Uh-huh
What we do
Uh... it's just
Gangstas, for the gangstas (Come on)
Gangstas, for the gangstas (Sing it, sing it)
Gangstas, for the gangstas (Uh-huh, that's right)
Gangstas, for the gangstas (Who we be, who we be)
Gangstas, for the gangstas (Tell 'em)
Gangstas, for the gangstas (Come on)
Gangstas, for the gangstas (Woo!)
Gangstas, for the gangstas (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
