That N**ga A Gangsta Lyrics
| Song | That N**ga A Gangsta |
| Artist | Cashis |
| Album | The County Hound EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Johnson, Parham | |
| Shady Records own, bogus boy | |
| Ca$his, it's Ca$his nigga, ah-ha ha | |
| I'm here, right back on y'all, nigga | |
| Blocc Boyz, what the bid'ness is, nigga | |
| Seven-fo', let's go! | |
| [Ca$his:] | |
| In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy | |
| I'm tryna get with the bid'ness so where the bitches be | |
| When I flick the Vogues, I'ma get the hoes | |
| In a seven-fo' Lincoln black, two do's | |
| Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca$his | |
| If a nigga 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 bitch | |
| Go and pull out my dick, 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 bitch, make other plans | |
| I still keep my money in a rubber band | |
| With the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand | |
| [Chorus x2: Ca$his] | |
| You see them niggaz runnin, you see my spinnin drum and | |
| You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta | |
| Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds | |
| And e'ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta | |
| [Ca$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 dick, plus I'm fly as shit | |
| You've seen me with your bitch, 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 nigga | |
| Shady Records in your mouth, take that nigga | |
| Em I never leave, forever got your back | |
| And e'ry soldier in my squad feel like that | |
| Gangsta disciple, you mother****ers 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$his:] | |
| I've been provin this, for a long time | |
| And e'ry line that I write, is all mine | |
| See me walkin a straight line in daytime | |
| But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times | |
| Livin life, in the California sunshine | |
| But I'm the only star out, in the nighttime | |
| Flagged up, knowin suckers ain't gon' like - I'm | |
| Makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine | |
| Took the West over, I'm the real king | |
| You don't believe me, **** you, kill me | |
| I don't fear none of y'all, meet a real G | |
| Come against me, pussy nigga you will see | |
| When you awake, and you still sleep | |
| You dead you lil' pussy boy, feel me | |
| You said you was gon' muh'****in kill me? | |
| But you bled, guess you ain't that real, G | |
| Screech | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Outro: Ca$his] | |
| That nigga a gangsta nigga | |
| You stupid ass niggaz 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 nigga, and that's real | |
| I got guns nigga, I got money nigga | |
| I got riders, what the **** you gon' do to me? | |
| I got guns nigga, I got money nigga | |
| 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] |
| zuo qu : Johnson, Parham | |
| Shady Records own, bogus boy | |
| Ca his, it' s Ca his nigga, ahha ha | |
| I' m here, right back on y' all, nigga | |
| Blocc Boyz, what the bid' ness is, nigga | |
| Sevenfo', let' s go! | |
| Ca his: | |
| In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy | |
| I' m tryna get with the bid' ness so where the bitches be | |
| When I flick the Vogues, I' ma get the hoes | |
| In a sevenfo' Lincoln black, two do' s | |
| Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca his | |
| If a nigga look wrong you gon' let him have it | |
| Say, what' s your name? What kind of set you claim? | |
| I' m sevenfo' 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 bitch | |
| Go and pull out my dick, 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 bitch, 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 niggaz runnin, you see my spinnin drum and | |
| You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta | |
| Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds | |
| And e' ry rider here know that nigga 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 dick, plus I' m fly as shit | |
| You' ve seen me with your bitch, cause I got benefits | |
| I' m a militant, AWOL lyricist | |
| Your face menstruates when I clapclap, period | |
| I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack nigga | |
| Shady Records in your mouth, take that nigga | |
| Em I never leave, forever got your back | |
| And e' ry soldier in my squad feel like that | |
| Gangsta disciple, you mother ers know | |
| You should' ve killed me, a long time ago | |
| I' m a regular every 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 onetimes | |
| Livin life, in the California sunshine | |
| 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, pussy nigga you will see | |
| When you awake, and you still sleep | |
| You dead you lil' pussy boy, feel me | |
| You said you was gon' muh' in kill me? | |
| But you bled, guess you ain' t that real, G | |
| Screech | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro: Ca his | |
| That nigga a gangsta nigga | |
| You stupid ass niggaz don' t know what a spinnin drum is? | |
| That' s a 100round shot clip, comin straight at you | |
| Your face, your back, your chest | |
| It don' t matter to me nigga, and that' s real | |
| I got guns nigga, I got money nigga | |
| I got riders, what the you gon' do to me? | |
| I got guns nigga, I got money nigga | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Johnson, Parham | |
| Shady Records own, bogus boy | |
| Ca his, it' s Ca his nigga, ahha ha | |
| I' m here, right back on y' all, nigga | |
| Blocc Boyz, what the bid' ness is, nigga | |
| Sevenfo', let' s go! | |
| Ca his: | |
| In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy | |
| I' m tryna get with the bid' ness so where the bitches be | |
| When I flick the Vogues, I' ma get the hoes | |
| In a sevenfo' Lincoln black, two do' s | |
| Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca his | |
| If a nigga look wrong you gon' let him have it | |
| Say, what' s your name? What kind of set you claim? | |
| I' m sevenfo' 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 bitch | |
| Go and pull out my dick, 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 bitch, 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 niggaz runnin, you see my spinnin drum and | |
| You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta | |
| Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds | |
| And e' ry rider here know that nigga 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 dick, plus I' m fly as shit | |
| You' ve seen me with your bitch, cause I got benefits | |
| I' m a militant, AWOL lyricist | |
| Your face menstruates when I clapclap, period | |
| I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack nigga | |
| Shady Records in your mouth, take that nigga | |
| Em I never leave, forever got your back | |
| And e' ry soldier in my squad feel like that | |
| Gangsta disciple, you mother ers know | |
| You should' ve killed me, a long time ago | |
| I' m a regular every 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 onetimes | |
| Livin life, in the California sunshine | |
| 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, pussy nigga you will see | |
| When you awake, and you still sleep | |
| You dead you lil' pussy boy, feel me | |
| You said you was gon' muh' in kill me? | |
| But you bled, guess you ain' t that real, G | |
| Screech | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro: Ca his | |
| That nigga a gangsta nigga | |
| You stupid ass niggaz don' t know what a spinnin drum is? | |
| That' s a 100round shot clip, comin straight at you | |
| Your face, your back, your chest | |
| It don' t matter to me nigga, and that' s real | |
| I got guns nigga, I got money nigga | |
| I got riders, what the you gon' do to me? | |
| I got guns nigga, I got money nigga | |
| 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 |
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