Print

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 yous a trick, nigga yous 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 bеfore I push this shit way back I'm the nigga, copy facts, like that, I'll stop whеre 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 'till 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 SongtexteAnd 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-gangsta Gangsta, my daddy 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 Aus Songtexte Mania