Gangsta

Ollie ollie, oxen free

Like one, two, three

Red light, green light, one, two, three

Yo, I pop six boxes, play some scalezes, uh

Pitch the ball,

I'ma smack that shit

Yeah, ohh, goin', goin'

Yeah, yeah, what up son?

Yo, I got this twenty two nigga play me like

Nah, I ain't got no bullets

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Top two for five, three for five, we rollin'

Now I'm in too deep

Only sixteen already hold a name in the street

Makin' the fifth scream, rockin' older niggas to sleep

Make a fiend strip naked, 'cuz he owed for a week

Now the Squad's gettin' recognized, supplyin' connects with pies

Pumpin' pounds of weight, nigga like exercise

Joe been over quarter five with dope and homicide

Long before

Charlie got knocked, until

Madonna died

Young and not givin' a fuck

There ain't a nigga

I ain't hit when

I buck and left 'em shit outta luck

I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin' number spots

Sendin' me to my room while he was puffin' pot

Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what

I sawStacks of money on the bed and the floor

It wasn't long til'

I did what he did

I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived

I went from grams into

O's, pounds to bricks

On the strip pimpin' hoes on some

Goldie shit

I'ma gangsta by destiny,

OG's selected me

I earned my spot, my whole team elected me

Gangsta, gangsta

I wanna be a gangsta

My daddy was a gangsta

Gangsta, gangsta

I wanna be a gangsta

My daddy was a gangsta(Yeah, unh, yo, unh)

Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing

But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again

She started out fuckin' dudes that resembled her father

Mom knew shoulda schooled her, but the bitch didn't bother

You couldn't blame her 'cuz she got it from her

She was a rider from jump, her pop's died in the hands of a chump

Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's little girl

Now she's rockin' bandanas, no more

Shirley Temple girl

Now she be runnin' wit some scramblers that be down in

AlabamaPackin' twin hammers, screamin', "Life doesn't matter"

It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretendin' to like you

Thinkin' you gettin' head, but she's just duckin' so they can snipe you

Movin' from state to state, runnin' everythin' from guns to trains

And pushin' packs from eight to eight

You know I can't say her name, but she was a looker

Pretty thin', such a shame how this life has took her

Now she's raisin'

Hell in the cell, no more his are hollerin'

You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the followin'

Sell drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix

End up locked up or dead in a casket, that's it

Gangsta, gangsta

I wanna be a gangsta

My daddy was a gangsta

Gangsta, gangsta

I wanna be a gangsta

My daddy was a gangsta