Trick Daddy - Gangsta Lyrics

Writer(s) : Young, Maurice / Williams, Bryan / Jordan, Brad / Richardson, Mark
Artist: Trick Daddy Lyrics
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[Trick Daddy]
And the winner is, Trick Diesel
Facemob
My ***** Baby, ha ha
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

[Chorus]
You know me, 'T' double, you know I'm a G
'Cause I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
gangsta, gangsta than a ************
But it was like you, you a ***** *****
But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
gangsta, gangsta than a ************

[Trick Daddy]
Went to a eight ball from a dime piece
Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks
**** lookin' good but I think slammin'
Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half

Sellin' O's or betta clockin a ***
Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin' they ***
Gotta keep my bread in a safe place
We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations

Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money
Try nothin' funny and I don't buy dummies
Every ounce betta bounce back
And every brick that I break up

It all betta flake up
And when that **** hit the waters
**** go to ballin'
That dope all betta fall in

I bought coke back on 84
Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo
And when I hit him I want to hurt him
And on cutlass I want to hit it
They *** gon' feel it

[Chorus]

[Baby]
Ay, ay, ay, ay
It's the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill
Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is
Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin' rubber

You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin'
Ay, ay roll a lil somethin'
Mmmm Hmmmm blow a lil somethin'
I got them thangs for a lil nothin'

If you got a lil money I'ma throw a lil somethin'
Bump this *****
Mmmm Hmmmm **** you *****
We ain't from 'round here dumpin' on *****s

But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this *****
Well let me get to my hustle (hustle)
I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles)
I got ki's in the muffler
Birdman daddy CMB ************

[Chorus]

[Scarface]
Face mob, right back at ya
With O's like cookies I flip like spatulas
99.9 of the time I'm on the grind
Bricked up and breakin' em down

I got to admit the dope game gravy
3 zippers balled up you bring back 80
You learn to swell you might see double
Remember you can't sell bubble

So here it is fool
I play the game where its no rules
Givin' you lessons from the old school
You don't get high off your own supply

And when a ************ cross you make sure he die
Make the next man know he got to think about the payback
This **** go deeper than me rapping or me say that
Ask my ***** Trick Daddy, ask my ***** Baby
Been like that since the early 80's

[Chorus]


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