Tryin To Be A Gangsta

Pass that blunt man..

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Ya Jumpin outta character, tryin 2 be a gangsta

But u really a bitch ass nigga ain't ya

Keep talkin and Im a let the 40 spray paint ya

Everybody knows your a wanksta..

(Verse 1):

Thats right, put on the foot locker uniform

I'll fuck around and put a lump on yo forehead, you'll look like a unicorn,(WOO)

I never slip whether I got flip flop or sneakers on

Fame'll make a bitch smile, strip, drop and lose her thong

They ain't attracted 2 u

U tryin 2 floss in yo Platinum Fubu

Yo shits weak and ya tracks are do do

I got a lung like a chimney

The old heads dig me

I'll put a hungry head in ya kidney

My uncle smokin dat OOO wee

I tell him 2 chill but he steady trippin

Blinkin his eyes more than Eddy Griffin(YEA)

This nigga steady snitchin

Til we see em, leavin da crime scene wit a whole lot of spaghetti missin

We 2 hot 2 ignore us, the bitches adore us

They chew a nigga up on da tour bus

Go home and kiss u, hug u squeeze u

The whole time u thinkin its 'cause u diesel(YEA)

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(Verse 2):

These niggas want me wet like a grimlin

Shakin da timlin

When Im around, bitches start shakin and tremblin

Im like a Puerto Rican, Jamacian, and Indian

Trinidadian, Dominican, or Sinican

U won't believe what Im swimmin in

I smoke my Dro fresh outta da grinder, it look like a cinamon

I can do da job betta

These niggas crushed up in a Coop, likin tighter than a Bob Sleder

U a actor, better yet a actress

Start beef, and do a video pumpin ya black fist(YEA)

Dog Im not like a lot of heads

Trust me, I'll put a switchblade in yo nostrol like Radamez

And at the time a ladies man

Icy watch, Navy band, play me plam

My records should be 80 grand

Ain't a team out that can do it da way we can(YEA)

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