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 up out these handcuffs
I ain't going to court to see no damn judge

Cocked a four-fifth, blow knobs off 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 ho when I need sex, give me throat when I need neck
Love her more when I'm erect, I reply when I see text
I forgot her, God be vexed, say no more, my guy, say less
Copy, copy, I'll be back with a TEC and stocking cap
So turn on your thinking cap before I push your shit way back
I'm the nigga, copy facts, they mad as hell where I be at, hold up
Most of my memories fade, 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 eighteen kind of things? (Yeah)
And these niggas is serving life eighteen kind of ways
And that was way before the eighteenth, 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 ho in my reflection
I get chicks with 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
Pearls and stone in my new necklace, I got hoes for my erection
I got votes for my election, I got hope 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 up out 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-gang-gangsta
Gangsta, my pop was a gangsta

Fuck that ho when I need sex, give me throat when I need neck
Love her more when I'm erect, I reply when I see text
I forgot her, God be vexed, say no more, my guy, say less
Copy, copy, I'll be back with a TEC and stocking cap
So turn on your thinking cap before I push your shit way back
I'm the nigga, copy facts, they mad as hell where I be at, hold up

The Free Nationals