Yeah, yeah, check me out man, yeah Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up We stay low from the ranges 'Cause they tryin' to tame us, but we brainless And just think, I'm one sell out record away From being famous, *** I guess I ain't it You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'Til the day I lay where the worms stay I spit it for my *** sake, I spit it for myself a long time ago Got a few houses, few whips, few condos I'm so straight, I'm pointin' The game is hurtin', and baby boy the ointment Baby boy the president now, *** you gotta make an appointment Two record labels, you should come join 'em Do check the label And make sure it's yellow or rose 'fore you bring it to my table Gansta's don't die, they get chubby And they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a *** like *** it I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, believe it Gansta's don't die, they get chubby And they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a *** like *** it I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, believe it Yeah, **8 playin', doing about 180, Mazeratti, matchin' drop top sun shade Gotta be fly, P1 ***, spent about five condo high in the sky G4 whenever, fly in any weather Had to pop a few *** that was bad feathers, million on the floor Thats fo' sho' that lil' homie got the flow, so we all just goin' flow And don't think about the past A little water came, now we floatin' on everything *** doing about anything, killin' while they hustlin' *** puttin' it in for the change So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin' his roll on I'm on the side with that bling And outside, got them thangs Them Phantoms out there, we do it up, switchin' lanes Gansta's don't die, they get chubby And they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a *** like *** it I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, believe it Gansta's don't die, they get chubby And they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a *** like *** it I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, believe it Naw, don't *** with that dogg Yo, I'm gonna knock your *** head off And I'm coming back hard Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin' that off I'm comin' back with it and let my team split it With a swagger you can't get, naw you can't get it ***, *** I pop like Diddy, I pop like when he goin' stop? When it's empty and you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin' money, ridin' dirty Uptown puttin' in down, blowin' out the pound Duffle bag full of cash when I come around The lil' homie got the game so I put him down Hold my town, world wide wearin' a crown Like father like son, got it off the mound Like father like son, n***** stand their grounds Like father like son, n***** f*** them clowns Gansta's don't die, they get chubby And they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a *** like *** it I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, believe it Gansta's don't die, they get chubby And they move to Miami, I move to Miami I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a *** like *** it I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, believe it Believe that 305, 404, 713, all that, Dallas, Kansas Everybody ya' heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world © YOUNG MONEY PUBLISHING INC; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com