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I was so glad, when they said unto me |
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Let us go into the house, of the gangsters [Chorus: Petey Pablo] |
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If you don't call this gangster, |
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I don't know what a gangster is |
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If you don't call this gangster, you don't know what gangster is |
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Said it's one thing to be real, but real ain't all a gangster is |
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If you don't call this gangster, you don't know what gangster is |
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I know [Petey Pablo:] |
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I was so glad... |
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I only smoke with the folks that came in when |
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I came in |
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I don't smoke with bitches cause |
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I don't know where they mouth been |
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Dawg I'm a celebrity, |
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I got fans, |
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I don't need friends |
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I don't need security, cause they ain't checked me when |
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I came in |
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All that you impressed with, is what |
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I already did |
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The life you choose to emulate, that's the life |
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I live Dream house, dream car, quarter past that |
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That money that you makin, was my champagne tab |
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Dawg, that's yo' girl? |
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Be cool, relax |
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I just need her tonight, call the phone, you can get her back |
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You gon' ball then ball, you gon' mack then mack |
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Your mouth sayin one thang, but your action don't say that |
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You told me all aboutcha, and |
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I ain't even asked |
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Look at ya, nervous, jittery, can't stare me in the eyes can ya? |
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Real recognize real, you can't deceive a gangster |
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Short Dawg, |
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Petey Pab', what was y'all thankin? [Chorus] [Too $hort:] |
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I know you wanna live the good life |
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New car, new house, what it look like? |
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You'll never see it, tryin to be somethin that you're not |
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You runnin to the car cause you don't wanna get shot |
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But at the bar you was hard |
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Ain't even no straps in your car, you better call the law |
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They got guns, you got a cell phone |
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Do some gangster shit, and get the hell on ... |
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You talked all that shit |
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But a bunch of ass-whuppins, that's all y'all get |
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Actin tough in the club |
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You found out you was fuckin with some thugs; put them hands on ya |
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So fast you ain't know what happened |
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Outside seen 'em ridin in a fo' do' cabin |
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Tryin to kill you, this shit is real fool |
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You won't survive in the streets if you don't know the rules [Chorus] [Dolla Will:] |
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Uhh; Black |
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Continental, suicide golds |
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Gators hit the flo', |
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I ain't payin at the do' |
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While you fly outside, waitin for the guest list |
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And to get frisked, it's niggaz like me creepin with heat |
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That'll burn ya crisp |
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I'm at some work, you would open your mouth to kiss |
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Why you at the bar, roused off |
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Cris' No longer courageless, grabbin hoes by the wrist |
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Chose one, mix wasn't hit, so you wet her clothes |
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And said B |
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ITCH - put it on thick, like |
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Lonzo in "Training Day" |
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Not knowin she with a clique, that's aimin at your face |
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Soon as they get word, hope your friends don't desert |
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And valet got your |
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Benz parked next to the curb |
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You ain't a gangster, |
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L7 Quick to bail out, like a nigga in jail stressin |
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A lesson to be learnt, bout what a gangster is |
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Not only do we roll deep, so do a gangsteress [Chorus] |
