That ***** A Gangsta

作曲:Johnson, Parham

Shady Records own, bogus boy

Ca$his, it's Ca$his *************, ah-ha ha

I'm here, right back on y'all, *************

Blocc Boyz, what the bid'ness is, *************

Seven-fo', let's go!

[Ca$his:]

In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy

I'm tryna get with the bid'ness so where the ******* be

When I flick the Vogues, I'ma get the hoes

In a seven-fo' Lincoln black, two do's

Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca$his

If a ************* look wrong you gon' let him have it

Say, what's your name? What kind of set you claim?

I'm seven-fo' now; tell me, do you bang?

We ain't ask about your mayne, cause he ain't here with us

And we both know that we about to *************

You see my limo tint, but they can't see you *************

Go and pull out my *************, and put your mouth on it

If you don't do it now, you'll never get the chance

If you ain't puttin out *************, make other plans

I still keep my money in a rubber band

With the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand

[Chorus x2: Ca$his]

You see them *************z runnin, you see my spinnin drum and

You lookin at my face sayin that ************* a gangsta

Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds

And e'ry rider here know that ************* a gangsta

[Ca$his:]

Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin 'caine

And a sip of purp', I'm hurtin on my drank

I've been doin work, you know about my gang

You want me you can find me wherever that you hang

I got a bigger *************, plus I'm fly as *************t

You've seen me with your *************, cause I got benefits

I'm a militant, AWOL lyricist

Your face menstruates when I clap-clap, period

I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack *************

Shady Records in your mouth, take that *************

Em I never leave, forever got your back

And e'ry soldier in my squad feel like that

Gangsta disciple, you mother*******s know

You should've killed me, a long time ago

I'm a regular ev-ery day psycho

Hat to the right on sight wherever I go

[Chorus]

[Ca$his:]

I've been provin this, for a long time

And e'ry line that I write, is all mine

See me walkin a straight line in daytime

But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times

Livin life, in the California sun*************ne

But I'm the only star out, in the nighttime

Flagged up, knowin suckers ain't gon' like - I'm

Makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine

Took the West over, I'm the real king

You don't believe me, ************* you, kill me

I don't fear none of y'all, meet a real G

Come against me, ************* ************* you will see

When you awake, and you still sleep

You dead you lil' ************* boy, feel me

You said you was gon' muh'****** kill me?

But you bled, guess you ain't that real, G

Screech

[Chorus]

[Outro: Ca$his]

That ************* a gangsta *************

You stupid ass *************z don't know what a spinnin drum is?

That's a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you

Your face, your back, your chest

It don't matter to me *************, and that's real

I got guns *************, I got money *************

I got riders, what the ************* you gon' do to me?

I got guns *************, I got money *************

I got riders, what the ************* you gon' do to me?

Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boy

Ca$his, King Mathers!

It's brought to you, by the great King Mathers

I'm out, let's go! [echoes]