Gangsta

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
(The Free Nationals)

You know, my daddy was a gangsta
And father before him was a damn thug
I'ma learn to escape without these handcuffs
I ain't going to court to see no damn judge

Cocked a four-fifth, blow knobs up the hinge
My security guard big, but inside a punk, bitch
Ass nigga you's a trick, nigga, you's a wankster, wankster
And my pop was a gangsta

Fuck that hoe when I need sex, give me throat when I need neck
Love her more when I'm in wreck, I reply when I see text
I forgot her, God be vexed, say no more, my God say less
Copy, copy, I'll be back, wear the tech, it's back in cap
So, turn on your "thank-you cap" before I push this shit way back
I'm the nigga, copy facts, like that, I'll stop where I be at, hold up

Most of my memories phase, like all my enemies' names
Like the Lion King, I'm in a way, I'm just here to reclaim
Sipped on my Hennessy drink, sipped on my Henny
Go on, my memory bank 'til it's empty
On the G-side of things, on the street side of things
Would a word bad mean 18 kind of things? (Yeah)
And these niggas is serving life 18 kind of ways
And that was way before the 18th, by the way

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

Yeah, I roll to my perfection, and I smoke with no detection
Baddest hoes in my direction, ain't no hoe in my reflection
I get chicks for my complexion, I'm a pimp, I know you guessed it
Can't be bitchin', can't be questioned, I got gold in my complexion
Brozen stone in my new necklace, I got hoes for my erection
I got votes for my election, I got hoes for all my brethren, hold up

You know, my daddy was a gangsta
And father before him was a damn thug
I'ma learn to escape without these handcuffs
I ain't going to court to see no damn judge

Gangsta, gang-gang-gangsta
Gang, gang, gang, gangsta
Gangsta, gang-gang-gang-gangsta
Gangsta, my father was a gangsta

Fuck that hoe when I need sex, give me throat when I need neck
Love her more when I'm in wreck, I reply when I see text
I forgot her, God be vexed, say no more, my God say less
Copy, copy, I'll be back, wear the tech, it's back in cap
So, turn on your "thank-you cap" before I push this shit way back
I'm the nigga, copy facts, like that, I'll stop where I be at, hold up

(The Free Nationals)