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steven buzzcocks - i'm a gangsta lyrics

[intro]
wew here this is for all the gangstas
all the people who understand i’m cl-ss
the mafia, the gangstas, the trippaz, the longstens anyone ye kna what i mean
here we gan
(ooh-ooh!)

[verse 1]
when i was a little blub of sp-nk just coming oot me favva
i heard my uncle talking to me motha and me nana
talking ’bout how they thought i’d be a poof
but when i came out, i called it pure bluff
by the age of two, i had my own crew
to be a rayka gangsta was all i f-cking knew
knockin r’und the doors, collecting people’s scr-p
savin up me money for me first ounce of tac
i didn’t use a bucket, didn’t use a pipe
smoked the f-cking lot through me bmx bike
handlebars, tin foil, a placker bag
me first bit of smoke made us spark oot me dad

[chorus]
i’m a gangsta and i love to ruck
(all the gangstas in the uk look up to me)
the tac i sell is pure strict as f-ck
(here, it’ll mek ya gan white off one blow)
all the l-sses think i’m propa lush
(ah, here, buzzc-cks, yar b-lls are propa m-ssive)
all the gangstas think i’m pure kush
(here, man, i’m a gangsta man!)

[verse 2]
by the age of 14, i got me first ride
in me nana’s garden on me little cousin’s slide
she was 25 but she didn’t look old
for me first f-ck, she was pure solid gold
she made us walk her home, and she wouldn’t let us loose
so i went back r’und with trekka, and egged her f-ckin’ hoose
ructions got started, her fella got mad
so he came round and started on me dad
what a little dafty, f-cking runnin to mine
got oot me bread knife and sliced him! (it’s slice time!)

[chorus]
i’m a gangsta and i love to ruck
(here, i’ve had a fight with four staffordshires, man!)
the tac i sell is pure strict as f-ck
(hohoho, you’re on a white-y!)
all the l-sses think i’m propa lush
(oh, here, buzzc-cks, suck me t-ts, man
alreet!)
all the gangstas think i’m pure kush
(whew, here, gangsta gangsta, look at me!)

[bridge]
i’ve got a little pal who looks up to me
i taught him how to box from the age of three
so divvint f-ck with him, ’cause he doesn’t f-ck aboot
me best pal trekka, he’ll only knock ya oot

[verse 3, trekka]
riding on my crossa doon holycross hill
more lethal than a spakka with a bag of pills
coppers still chasing coz i pinched a bag of crisps
i think i’m ganning faster coz i’m f-cking off me t-ts
datsun’s, mario’s, mitzie’s and a rocky
a full bag of mushrooms and a line of f-cking coffee
nothing suits me better than a fight with a staffy
i knocked out a copper’s dog coz i put it on a laffy

[chorus]
i’m a gangsta and i love to ruck
(whew, here, man, i knocked out my tutor at sixth form)
the tac i sell is pure strict as f-ck
(here, man, my tac’ll bash your face in)
all the l-sses think i’m propa lush
(are ye alreet, pet? let us poke ya. noo.)
all the gangstas think i’m pure kush
(here, gangstas, h-llow, it’s me again)

[spoken]
reet, i’m gonna say all the gangstas i look up to right now on this f-cking song so you understand where i’m coming from
i look up to the judgement day c-nt, smurf, local mc donald, the regionsi dandy, gaffas, low blackies and all the jukebox mafia
adele, carly, skeleton girl and stu, you’re newcastle’s most lethal shoplifting crew
reet, noo that i’ve taad you aboot all the f-cking gangstas, i’m gonna leave you with this:
i smoke tac
i hit people
i don’t care if people come to me, man
here, man, you’re a little gangsta, i gan aye, i kna, and i’m pure proud to be a gangsta
i wanna be a gangsta for the rest of me life, man
i need to be a gangsta
i live to rob old people and smoke f-cking drugs

(here, mister, how much’s this microphone worth? is it alreet if i just take it outside to show me cousin?)

- steven buzzcocks lyrics

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