Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
The Free Nationals
You know, my daddy was a gangsta
And father before him was a damn thug
I’ma learn to escape without these handcuffs
I ain’t going to court to see no damn judge
Cocked a four-fifth, blow knobs up the hinge
My security guard big, but inside a punk, bitch
Ass nigga yous a trick, nigga yous a wankster, wankster
And my pop was a gangsta
Fuck that hoe when I need sex, give me throat when I need neck
Love her more when I’m in wreck, I reply when I see text
I forgot her, God be vexed, say no more, my God say less
Copy, copy, I’ll be back, wear the tech, it’s back in cap
So turn on your thank you cap before I push this shit way back
I’m the nigga, copy facts, like that, I’ll stop where I be at, hold up
Most of my memories phase, like all my enemies’ names
Like the Lion King, I’m in a way, I’m just here to reclaim
Sipped on my Hennessy drink, sipped on my Henny
Go on my memory bank ’till it’s empty
On the G-side of things, on the street side of things
Would a word bad mean 18 kind of things? (Yeah)
And these niggas is serving life 18 kind of ways
And that was way before the 18th, by the way
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Yeah, I roll to my perfection and I smoke with no detection
Baddest hoes in my direction ain’t no hoe in my reflection
I get chicks for my complexion, I’m a pimp, I know you guessed it
Can’t be bitchin’, can’t be questioned, I got gold in my complexion
Brozen stone in my new necklace, I got hoes for my erection
I got votes for my election, I got hoes for all my brethren, hold up
You know, my daddy was a gangsta
And father before him was a damn thug
I’ma learn to escape without these handcuffs
I ain’t going to court to see no damn judge
Gangsta, gang-gang-gangsta
Gang-Gang-Gang-Gangsta
Gangsta, gang-gang-gangsta
Gangsta, my daddy was a gangsta
Fuck that hoe when I need sex, give me throat when I need neck
Love her more when I’m in wreck, I reply when I see text
I forgot her, God be vexed, say no more, my God say less
Copy, copy, I’ll be back, wear the tech, it’s back in cap
So turn on your thank you cap before I push this shit way back
I’m the nigga, copy facts, like that, I’ll stop where I be at, hold up
The Free Nationals
