Lirik Lagu I'm A Gangsta - Master P
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(feat. Dino, Halleluyah, Pop, Ruga)
[Chorus]Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you talkKeep that green in the vault -- we some gangsters niggaWhite tees on the block, 23's on the dropAnd you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some gangsters nigga
[Master P]My lifestyle gangster, I'm from the gutter, the bottom niggaI learned the game but it wasn't from Godfather
[Pop]Pop'll slide up beside ya nigga, take ya block niceMy neighborhood like I'm Mr. Rogers, nigga
[Master P]Nigga here to "Lean Back," but you know I'm not Joey niggaI give you work, better pay me what you owe me nigga
[Pop]Befo' a nigga expose the triggerAnd have you mobbin it like you gone off of 'dro and liquor
[Master P]I'm a bonafide hustler, certified gangsterWile E. Coyote keep one up in the chamber
[Pop]To bang your frame up, hot thang rearrangerMy pistol pointin at niggaz like Mystikal, "DANGER!"And momma told me not to talk to strangersSo I let the heat speak out and bark to strangersI got that Doublemint heat, how I pack two thangsAnd red hot, now let the Black Sopranos spend knot
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]It ain't hard to tell, you know I get cakeThe sound system in my six-fo' sound like I kidnapped a earthquakeThe Jakes want me off the roadCause I got enough bricks to land me in jail without paroleDon't fold under pressure, I don't even do my own dirtI got connects with the mob out in RussiaI'll rush ya, blast the 8, fuck bein grimyI'm too cute to get a scar on my faceI spend cake like a fashionable dudeCatch me, G'd up, in a P. Miller khaki suitIt's No Limit how I'm movin these piesThe Chuck Taylor patent leather, with a pic of Eazy-E on the sideI'ma ride, fuck tuckin my jewels and the chainGot a cross, that's brighter than a Harvard studentI'm improvin, gettin betterTook off the chinchilla I'm in mink like a smooth guerilla
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]Okay, the definition of a GANGSTER, mouth closedGuns out, clip loaded, aim lock shots bang yaNever serve shit to a strangerUndercovers comin in for arrangers, watch for the dangerWatch for them haters they filled with angerThey try to steal your shine if they can't steal your paperNiggaz mad cause the kid doin it majorI'm gunnin for the top, gun cocked with the laser
[Ruga]They call me young Rug', yeah that's my nameI do work for P. Miller, No Limit the gameYou C-Murder on the block, it's the Soldiers mayneBlack Sopranos leave you slumped in the car of your dreamsAnd my location, I'm in the Cali breezeSmokin on that good, no stems no seedsI lay low with the baddest brawlI got a record deal but the hood still breakin me off
[Chorus]
[Chorus]Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you talkKeep that green in the vault -- we some gangsters niggaWhite tees on the block, 23's on the dropAnd you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some gangsters nigga
[Master P]My lifestyle gangster, I'm from the gutter, the bottom niggaI learned the game but it wasn't from Godfather
[Pop]Pop'll slide up beside ya nigga, take ya block niceMy neighborhood like I'm Mr. Rogers, nigga
[Master P]Nigga here to "Lean Back," but you know I'm not Joey niggaI give you work, better pay me what you owe me nigga
[Pop]Befo' a nigga expose the triggerAnd have you mobbin it like you gone off of 'dro and liquor
[Master P]I'm a bonafide hustler, certified gangsterWile E. Coyote keep one up in the chamber
[Pop]To bang your frame up, hot thang rearrangerMy pistol pointin at niggaz like Mystikal, "DANGER!"And momma told me not to talk to strangersSo I let the heat speak out and bark to strangersI got that Doublemint heat, how I pack two thangsAnd red hot, now let the Black Sopranos spend knot
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]It ain't hard to tell, you know I get cakeThe sound system in my six-fo' sound like I kidnapped a earthquakeThe Jakes want me off the roadCause I got enough bricks to land me in jail without paroleDon't fold under pressure, I don't even do my own dirtI got connects with the mob out in RussiaI'll rush ya, blast the 8, fuck bein grimyI'm too cute to get a scar on my faceI spend cake like a fashionable dudeCatch me, G'd up, in a P. Miller khaki suitIt's No Limit how I'm movin these piesThe Chuck Taylor patent leather, with a pic of Eazy-E on the sideI'ma ride, fuck tuckin my jewels and the chainGot a cross, that's brighter than a Harvard studentI'm improvin, gettin betterTook off the chinchilla I'm in mink like a smooth guerilla
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]Okay, the definition of a GANGSTER, mouth closedGuns out, clip loaded, aim lock shots bang yaNever serve shit to a strangerUndercovers comin in for arrangers, watch for the dangerWatch for them haters they filled with angerThey try to steal your shine if they can't steal your paperNiggaz mad cause the kid doin it majorI'm gunnin for the top, gun cocked with the laser
[Ruga]They call me young Rug', yeah that's my nameI do work for P. Miller, No Limit the gameYou C-Murder on the block, it's the Soldiers mayneBlack Sopranos leave you slumped in the car of your dreamsAnd my location, I'm in the Cali breezeSmokin on that good, no stems no seedsI lay low with the baddest brawlI got a record deal but the hood still breakin me off
[Chorus]
