Fabolous, yeah, uh, huh, uh, huh, yeah Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta Look at them gangstas Fab's livin' la vida loca 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 through 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 B3X, so you can't see what's 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, your roll with the sleeve 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 Baugettes have my face and band covered And I keep a 'Lethal 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 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 gon' hate, half these artists never slung weight When they call NY, the only time they touch the 7-1-8 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 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 niggaz ain't gangsta til y'all ridin' and Fed's tail 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 probably 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 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 © J BRASCO; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; MR MANATTI MUSIC; NO QUESTION ENTERTAINMENT; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; DURO MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com