That ***** A Gangsta

作曲:Johnson, Parham
Shady Records own, bogus boy
Ca$his, its Ca$his *************, ah-ha ha
Im here, right back on yall, *************
Blocc Boyz, what the bidness is, *************
Seven-fo, lets go !
[Ca$his:]
In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy
Im tryna get with the bidness so where the ******* be
When I flick the Vogues, Ima get the hoes
In a seven-fo Lincoln black, two dos
Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca$his
If a ************* look wrong you gon let him have it
Say, whats your name? What kind of set you claim?
Im seven-fo now; tell me, do you bang?
We aint ask about your mayne, cause he aint here with us
And we both know that we about to *************
You see my limo tint, but they cant see you ****** *******
Go and pull out my *************, and put your mouth on it
If you dont do it now, youll never get the chance
If you aint puttin out *************, make other plans
I still keep my money in a rubber band
With the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand
[Chorus x2: Ca$his]
You see them *************z runnin, you see my spinnin drum and
You lookin at my face sayin that * ************ a gangsta
Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds
And ery rider here know that ************* a gangsta
[Ca$his:]
Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin caine
And a sip of purp, Im hurtin on my drank
Ive been doin work, you know about my gang
You want me you can find me wherever that you hang
I got a bigger *************, plus Im fly as ******* ******t
Youve seen me with your *************, cause I got benefits
Im a militant, AWOL lyricist
Your face menstruates when I clap-clap, period
I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack *************
Shady Records in your mouth, take that ******** *****
Em I never leave, forever got your back
And ery soldier in my squad feel like that
Gangsta disciple, you mother*******s know
You shouldve killed me, a long time ago
Im a regular ev-ery day psycho
Hat to the right on sight wherever I go
[Chorus]
[Ca$his:]
Ive been provin this, for a long time
And ery line that I write, is all mine
See me walkin a straight line in daytime
But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times
Livin life, in the California sun*************ne
But Im the only star out, in the nighttime
Flagged up, knowin suckers aint gon like - Im
Makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine
Took the West over, Im the real king
You dont believe me, ************* you, kill me
I dont fear none of yall, meet a real G
Come against me, ************* ************* you will see
When you awake, and you still sleep
You dead you lil ************* boy, feel me
You said you was gon muh****** kill me ?
But you bled, guess you aint that real, G
Screech
[Chorus]
[Outro: Ca$his]
That ************* a gangsta *************
You stupid ass *************z dont know what a spinnin drum is ?
Thats a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you
Your face, your back, your chest
It dont matter to me *************, and thats real
I got guns *************, I got money *************
I got riders, what the *** ********** you gon do to me?
I got guns *************, I got money *********** **
I got riders, what the ************* you gon do to me?
Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boy
Ca$his, King Mathers !
Its brought to you, by the great King Mathers
Im out, lets go! [echoes]