keepin' it gangsta

Lyrics

, fabolous, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeah, yo, i don't care what y'all do, how y'all do, uh-huh, uh-huh, where y'all do it, brooklyn, yeah, just keep it gangsta, yeah, uh, look at them gangstas, ugh, uh, yeah, uh, uh-huh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, fab's livin' la vida loca, the only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca, nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair, they heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear, dea been lookin' for proof since 9-3, when i came through in the benz with the roof behind me, tell them jake's, throw on bullet proof's and find me, you need extinguishers to go in the booth behind me, who the fuck wanna beef?, my fendi knits be 3x, so you can't see whats tucked underneath, and i might not even drop, just take my advance and make a small town in cleveland pop, "vivrant thing" on my hip, that will make you "breathe and stop", rock ya chain in ya shirt, you roll with your sleeves on top, you niggas know where my heat stay at, i leave niggas mia and i ain't talkin' where the heat play at, c'mon, y'all know who, keepin' it gangsta, we come through, keepin' it gangsta, y'all know how we do, keepin' it gangsta, my whole crew, keepin' it gangsta, niggas don't think i'm still shavin' crack, cause i pull up in a truck with a system, that make the pavement crack, baguettes have my face and beard covered, and i keep a leathal weapon like, mel gibson and dan glover, now i lose v money and c lo, and the cops think me and muggs, is g money and nino, i don't hit these honey's with c-notes, rather put them on greyhound, strap these honey's with kilo's, type of gangsta every chick wants, i get nike's from aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months, there's something bout the beamer x5, when i come through it be increasing a skeo's sex drive, half the click look like they stuck genesis up, the other half is, tryin' to wrap they sentences up, i'm never gone hate, half these artists never slum weight, when they call ny, it's the only time they touch the 7-1-8, what nigga, i lay low on the other side of the globe, carat's hangin' out the side of my lobe, pull in ya drivers side and unload, they find ya when it's time for your ride to be towed, on side of the road, with ya brain on ya passenger side of ya rove, y'all niggas ain't gangstas til' y'all ridin', and fed's tell ya, hit a chick once, and she runnin' back like fred taylor, i'm snatchin' everything in the pj's now, that's why most these niggas is workin' with the da's now, if i'm in a hoop ride, or a buggy coupe 5, keepin' it gangsta, if i'm with a hoochie freak, or a dime in gucci sneaks, keepin' it gangsta, if i'm probally in the hood, or i'm in hollywood, keepin' it gangsta, if i spit 16 on a track, or 16 from a gat, keepin' it gangsta,