a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

b.g. (baby gangsta) - real niggas and real bitches lyrics

(-talking-)
ahh yeah n-ggas, yeah uh-huh, uh
we bout to get it ooh, we bout to get it off the chain
n-gga, real n-ggas real b-tches come on

[b.g.]
you know gizzle on fire, the hottest around
i layed low a minute, n-ggas try to count me out
thought i was through cooked, just gone with the wind
thought you could stick a fork in me, better think again
man i’m here to stay, n-gga i’m built to last
chopper city in this b-tch, there’s no realer than that
now where my k!llas at, my drug dealas at
i mean my motherf-cking, get it how you livers at
now where my b-tches at, my street b-tches at
my lap dancing, drop it like it’s hot b-tches at
you know i’m loving them, ooh when i’m f-cking them
i get all up in them, bust a nut all up in them
n-ggas are kissing them, i shake my head at them
they just don’t know, i done shot all kind of lead in them
yeah give me them grits, i put this b-tter in em
stir em up, that yellow color in em

[hook – 2x]
i got real n-ggas real b-tches, f-cking with me
i got real n-ggas real b-tches, f-cking with me
i got real n-ggas real b-tches, f-cking with me
if you fake n-gga, i don’t need you f-cking with me

[b.g.]
i’m from new orleans, home of the mag, memph and callio
you know we bout it n-gga, we the murder capital
fo’ hundred 21, that was in ’94
it’s 2003, to that number we added bout fifty mo’
see bout eleven of em, i done done it myself
there’s one left in a dozen mo’, i got under my belt
i tote them handguns, but i love them k’s and sh-t
them rifles with drums n-gga, and banana clips
i’m off the block n-gga, and it’s flooded with thugs
it’s hot with them people, and believe infested with drugs
dope, c0ke and weed, extasy mv’s
we got it all n-gga, whatever you want or think you need
i’m a young dog, n-gga i stand tall
my back against the wall, i’ma ball till i fall
n-gga keep it real, that’s a street law
and never tell what you heard, or what you seen or saw

[hook – 2x]

[b.g.]
i got real n-ggas real b-tches, thugging with me
i got real n-ggas real b-tches, thugging with me
i got real n-ggas real b-tches, thugging with me
if you fake n-gga, i don’t need you thugging with me

i got real n-ggas real b-tches, running with me
i got real n-ggas real b-tches, running with me
i got real n-ggas real b-tches, running with me
if you fake n-gga, i don’t want you running with me

come on uh, i don’t want you f-cking with me
n-gga, i don’t want you running with me
n-gga, i don’t want you thugging with me
huh, you can’t be bucking with me

now i’m a real n-gga, i f-ck with real n-ggas
i deal with real n-ggas, only the real n-ggas
i f-ck with real b-tches, i deal with real b-tches
huh-huh, only real b-tches

(-talking-)
yeah, chopper city n-gga, wide o n-gga
chopper city n-gga, huh, we leave you
we’ll leave you wide open n-gga
so f-ck everybody ha, n-gga
throw your hands up, throw your sets up
throw your hood up, n-gga throw your block up
throw your side up, n-gga throw your side up
throw your iron up, n-gga throw your nine up n-gga
throw your ki’s up, n-gga uh, huh, hold your blunts up n-gga
what yeah, ah yeah, i’m loving this n-gga ha
you gotta be loving this n-gga, uh
b. gizzle, g’d up and soldier down what
b. gizzle n-gga, you know i’ma hold it down
b. gizzle n-gga, g’d up and soldier down
huh, n-gga

- b g baby gangsta lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS