[Chorus: Juicy J]
We up all night (Uh-huh)
We high off that white (Yeah)
We smokin' that weed (Smokin' that weed)
Them eyes be tight (Tight as a bitch)
We drinkin' them fifths (Uh-huh)
We pimpin' a bitch (I hear you)
Our grills are gold (Yeah)
Our nose be *sniffs* (You know it)
We carry them Glocks (Yeah, he know)
Our hustle is rocks (Yeah)
Consumers are junkies (Uh-huh)
The block is a stock (Yeah)
It's smaller or bigger (Say what?)
We jerkin' them triggas (Jerkin' them triggas)
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta nigga
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I can't stand a sorry nigga tryna act like he tough
When he at the D&D, he wanna act like he buff
On the parking lot, he beggin', tryna act like he stuck
Showin' out in front of hoes, tryna act like he cut
If his money lookin' funny, he gon' act like he must
Tell his boys he made a stain, meanin' act like he bust
On a nigga, on them thangs, meanin' act like he touch
Said he missed him when he shot, meanin' act like he duck
Met a super bad bitch he wanna act like he fuck
Said he got to chewin' first, he wanna act like she sucked
Ridin' other niggas Rovers, tryna act like he struck
Sellin' other niggas dope, tryna act like his stuff
On them heavy niggas' dick, you better act like you up
He just a faggot pussy wimp, you better act like enough
Just because he's just a lemon, he'll act like it's us
Fallin' weak for chicken women, nigga, act like you rough
[Chorus: Juicy J]
We up all night (Uh-huh)
We high off that white (Yeah)
We smokin' that weed (Smokin' that weed)
Them eyes be tight (Tight as a bitch)
We drinkin' them fifths (Uh-huh)
We pimpin' a bitch (I hear you)
Our grills are gold (Yeah)
Our nose be *sniffs* (You know it)
We carry them Glocks (Yeah, he know)
Our hustle is rocks (Yeah)
Consumers are junkies (Uh-huh)
The block is a stock (Yeah)
It's smaller or bigger (Say what?)
We jerkin' them triggas (Jerkin' them triggas)
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta nigga
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Triple Six, we don't like you hoes
And you know we quick to blaow blaow
We quickly creepin' up on foes
And you know we keepin' that Glock Glock
We stayin' ridin' in them Chevys
And you know and our pain is flip-flop
We walkin' right dead on yo porch
And you know we ain't gon' knock knock
You bitches better call the fuckin' cops
Blackhaven niggas actin' up all on the fuckin' block
We made it hot, we out the frame and niggas know it, mane
What's hard about it? We so quick to do the damn thing
We bounce and bounce in, swang and swing in, and we can't be playin'
My Cincinnati naughty niggas know what I be sayin'
We stayin' representin' the South with golds in our mouth
These other boys off in this bitch know what we be about
We burnin' rubber, leavin' rubbers in his fuckin' bed
To let him know that we've been here and his girl been so bad
You fuckin' 'round with some pimps when you come down here
Be walkin' 'round with a limp, fuckin' off down here
We gangsta niggas
[Chorus: Juicy J]
We up all night (Uh-huh)
We high off that white (Yeah)
We smokin' that weed (Smokin' that weed)
Them eyes be tight (Tight as a bitch)
We drinkin' them fifths (Uh-huh)
We pimpin' a bitch (I hear you)
Our grills are gold (Yeah)
Our nose be *sniffs* (You know it)
We carry them Glocks (Yeah, he know)
Our hustle is rocks (Yeah)
Consumers are junkies (Uh-huh)
The block is a stock (Yeah)
It's smaller or bigger (Say what?)
We jerkin' them triggas (Jerkin' them triggas)
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta nigga
[Verse 3: Gangsta Boo]
I be hip, nigga, what? Ridin', ballin', down to mop
Partna smokin', crunk, and fuckin' in an overseas car
Ya'll don't know I be steppin', B-H-Z, be reppin'
Always down to buck a sucka, Triple Six my weapon
Bitch, I'm a woman, I've done paid all my dues
I done shot up niggas' homes, got their bodies on the news, ho
Stay smokin' dro, stay studio bumped out
Mobbin' with them boys on that bay, nigga, blowed out
What you wanna do? Pimpin' Gangsta Boo
Bitch, I'll fuck yo nigga and yo mothafuckin' bitch, too (*laughs*)
Coward sissy nigga, you ain't know? Crazy lady got that dope
Ridin' Cadillac on vogues, yellin', "Fuck you funky hoes!"
And I got my Glock out, ready to pop a bitch right in that grill
Tried to step up to me wrong, that's what got yo ass killed
Never been a hesitater, always ready to pull the trigger (Uh-huh)
E'body wanna be a gangsta nigga, bitch!
[Chorus: Juicy J]
We up all night (Uh-huh)
We high off that white (Yeah)
We smokin' that weed (Smokin' that weed)
Them eyes be tight (Tight as a bitch)
We drinkin' them fifths (Uh-huh)
We pimpin' a bitch (I hear you)
Our grills are gold (Yeah)
Our nose be *sniffs* (You know it)
We carry them Glocks (Yeah, he know)
Our hustle is rocks (Yeah)
Consumers are junkies (Uh-huh)
The block is a stock (Yeah)
It's smaller or bigger (Say what?)
We jerkin' them triggas (Jerkin' them triggas)
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta nigga
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