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