Gangsta Bitch
(专辑: Poe Little Rich Girl - 2004)
Oh, hi! Hi, Jacki! I
went over your music, I
love your style But I
don't know if there's a
market for you I
mean, you rap very hard-like, I
don't know... Cut the
chase, hoe, I'll cut your face, hoe If that's your man, I
wanna fuck him in his face, hoe I
post bail and never broke a
toenail Jacki-O, the
shit, so the
other bitch won't sell Push the
Coupe with the
back on Give him head with my Mac on, yeah, I
get my mack on Shit popping like tubs of Hpnotiq I
could go a
little farther just to get his dick harder (Gangsta!) You won't say shit, get in bed and lay stiff Exactly why he's not around when you need to pay rent You broads irk me, I'm where the
work be In my heels, lift my skirt up and slurp me If you're gangsta, I'm just what you're looking for In the
kitchen cooking raw, give that man a
likkle more! Y'all hustle can't fuck with our house Poe Boy got the
boy that'll bust ya hard In this life I
lead, proceed to smoke weed $100, 000 cars moving at a
high speed Jacki-O, hoe call the
crackas Large scales of Chanel is all I'm after I'm a
gangsta, a
gangsta bitch You need a
gangsta, a
gangsta bitch (uh) The
same hoe that'll run in the
bank [?] Stash box under the
tank Rip the
top off the
Thunderbird (oooh), I'm number one with words You know what's in the
purse, I
go to blunt it first You hoes so fake, talking shit with no cake I
don't associate, running shit with no brakes You hoes kill me, talking like you got it all When you still selling pussy at the
Adams Mall When I
got 'em all tryna take me to the
mall Fuck 'em, buy a
car, then we could hang hard You know my thang hard, playa we them gangstas Fuck a
nigga with a
job, he gotta sling hard Buy a
condo, take me to the
tippy top Get these titties hard and lick this pretty cock In this life I
lead, proceed to smoke weed $100, 000 cars moving at a
high speed Jacki-O, hoe call the
crackas Large scales of Chanel is all I'm after I'm a
gangsta, a
gangsta bitch You need a
gangsta, a
gangsta bitch (uh) The
same hoe that'll run in the
bank [?] Stash box under the
tank Walking out of court styling, never caught smiling 'Cause I'm living like you would on your fourth album Strolling through the
Beans since I
was a
young teen My cousin was a
fiend, made me wanna come clean They was content (not I) getting they nails done I
was at a
liquor tryna help a
nigga sell one Do the
right thing, dirtbag or the
shell's wrong [*sniff*] [*sniff*] You can smell a
Chanel, huh? Jacki-O, y'all know to give me more space I
need some weed, 'cause this blunt got some more space Clubbing, after party, know to go to Space Follow me 'cause this gangsta bitch know the
way In this life I
lead, proceed to smoke weed $100, 000 cars moving at a
high speed Jacki-O, hoe call the
crackas Large scales of Chanel is all I'm after I'm a
gangsta, a
gangsta bitch You need a
gangsta, a
gangsta bitch (uh) The
same hoe that'll run in the
bank [?] Stash box under the
tank