If You So Gangsta
(专辑: The Hunger For More - 2004)
Around here, them boys – them don't play You can hear the
sound of gunspray e'ryday I
give two fucks 'bout what a
bird say Playboy Don do t'ings 'er way I'm rap's LeBron, Teflon Don Baguettes on arm, the
next Sean, John By any means I
protect my charm Blade'll bubble you up, like Moet, Chandon I'm only calm, when I'm blowing that chron' Getting them flashbacks like baby hold on I
never thought I'd sweat so long And re-enact the
scene of my ghetto song Eyes wandering off, breath all gone Stomach all swoll up, neck all warm Head still spinning off that Seagram and vodka And you know who shot ya, bitch get the
doctor! (If you so gangsta) Then why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the
club (And if you so gangsta) Why you a
grown man, still getting your pockets dug (If you so gangsta) Then how come every time you get into beef you tell (And if you so gangsta) Why niggas know you for that in the
street so well Now every now and then, a
new kid gotta win Yeah – but unfortunately for you, I'm him (I'm sorry!) In my new tan trucks with the
blue dot end Hopping out that big truck with the
new wide rim While you cramped up, on your Jet Blue ride in We air the
G-4, let the
crew dive in Before Lloyd Banks tail pop on sale I
feed a
nigga a
shell like Taco Bell I'm flying out to Japan to attract new fans Let 'em get to know the
man with the
tattooed hands Them gem stars'll leave your face all fat So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap I'm either getting money out of state or off rap So I'm trying to figure out what made Ma$e fall back And them niggas in New York know the
man is a
monster And I
ain't from Atlanta but I
A-Town stomp ya muh'fucker (If you so gangsta) Then why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the
club (And if you so gangsta) Why you a
grown man, still getting your pockets dug (If you so gangsta) Then how come every time you get into beef you tell (And if you so gangsta) Why niggas know you for that in the
street so well It's like everywhere I
look and, everywhere I
go It's a
bitch saying something slick, but you can suck my dick I'm grade A
nigga, you don't know who you fucking with They run up on your ass, you'll think you drunk your lip Now I
got money bags as big as a
pumpkin get And pistol as long as the
hand Shaq dunking with I
ain't the
type that's desperate I'm modeling diamonds now, you can call me Icing Beckford (ow!) My down bitch holds the
metal, she got a
Coke bottle figure And a
ass that's shaped like a
bowl of Jell-o You ain't even almost rich They fucking yo' ass, like the
models in my porno flicks Therefore you can't afford no 6
So before you hop your ass on camera get your wardrobe fixed Banks don't house, want no bitch, so if there's five of us Then she probably gon' suck 4
more dicks (If you so gangsta) Then why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the
club (And if you so gangsta) Why you a
grown man, still getting your pockets dug (If you so gangsta) Then how come every time you get into beef you tell (And if you so gangsta) Why niggas know you for that in the
street so well