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8ball mjg - gangsta lyrics

we represent it to the fullest
keep it gangsta mang
you know them n-gg-s from the dirty
do them gangsta thangs
hoes love it when i pull up in my big ol’ truck
they smokin good
with that crocodile touchin they b-tt
call it what’chu want
i do it with the best
spit it how i live it
fat boy, he dange-ress
watch what’cha say
my squad don’t play
my hood like v–gr-
make you hard all day
don’t talk about it, be
about it like a g
i pop it like a ruger
semi-automatically
ya girlfriend love it
she tell me when i see her
she hate’chu like you hate me
i rock it like aaliyah
back and forth, up and down
harder, and deeper
she hit me on my cell-phone, e-mail and beeper
a regular n-gg- with makin money on my mind
a young street hustla
always on the grind
see me when ya see me
never know when i be pullin up
four-door, foreign, or big rims on american truck
that’s me with the clouds comin out the roof
on the street or in the booth, yo
grand hustle!
t.i.p!
let’s go!
ohhh!
aye n-gg-
call it what’chu want
i give it to ya real
spit it how i live it pimp
it is what it is
they can’t kick it where i kick it
they ain’t live how i live
ain’t just another run of the mill rapper with a deal
wanna push my b-ttons?
tryin’a test my limits?
been in shoot-outs
but thanks to my vest, i’m livin
all these so called villains
who act like women
really make me sick
don’t make me stick this
fourty-fo’ desert and elope yo slip
un-load this clip
til’ the gun go “click! ”
n-gg-s wanna try tip
i’m a do him like this
paint a picture, draw a chopper

and erase his clique
send some n-gg-s to ya house
that’cha didn’t invite
do some thangs to ya wife
that’ll damage ya life
i don’t think you can imagine
what that’s bout to be like
instead of b-tchin all the time
ya should be tryin to do right
put a slug in ya mug
make ya p-ss in ya shorts
have ya mama at the wake
cryin, kissin ya corpse
yeah, i know the ice is shining
i’m a glisten, of course
and y’all n-gg-s still whining
like some b-tches and wh-r-s
i ain’t gon’ stop grindin
until i see my pitch and fork
no, i’m a be richer than you
my pops was richer than yours
it’s extradition
i know y’all n-gg-s wishin me dead
but i keep it pimpin instead
get this sh-t in ya head
call it what’chu want
well, i’m pullin up in a big ol’ truck
i looked in my rear-view, i saw a big ol’ b-tt (daaamn!)
i’m like “hey ms. parker, when you gon’ let me f-ck!? ”
she said “when you put some 23’s on ya truck”
so i flipped me a brick in a couple of days
i hit the mall for throw-backs and couple of jay’s
and don’t jack!
cause you will catch a couple of strays
cause me, ball, and t.i.
pack a couple of k’s
cause we some gangstas
and you a motherf-ckin w-nksta
get out-of-line and i’m a have to come shank ya
cause i’m “trill” with’ a “pocket full of stones”
you know i’m ridin dirty
talkin’ on my sprint phone
my paint dubbed two-tone
i’m sittin on lorenz’
cause down in texas
we roll twenty-twen’ twens
and we, bang screw (bang screw)
and sip that purple
n-gg-, we straight from the streets
you too commercial, n-gg-
call it what’chu want

- 8ball mjg lyrics

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