Gangsta Don't Play Lyrics

Yes, I want them to know, say real warriors don't play And if you romp with us, you have to run away I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play And if they romp with us, they have to run away
Know they romp with us and they go run and hide Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide Only a fool get caught up in his own pride Hope they’ll be ready for your ride
I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play If they romp with us, they have to run away
Know they romp with us and they go run and hide Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide Only a fool get caught up in his own pride Hope they’ll be ready for your ride
Gangstas ain't this fly? This is just a rare occasion You can hear us blazin’, soon as the layer is raisin’ Hell yeah, we hazin’, sexy pair of [Incomprehensible] Chinky eyes, dark hair, you would swear they Asian
They Bahama mamas, holdin’ llama mamas Put the gangsta grills on when it's drama mamas Murder them, murder them They don't make a move ‘til they get word from him
I could be in Fiji, one call to Gigi She on some belly *** like X with a squiggy They say it's gangsta, but it's just the way of life If life's a ***, better make everyday your wife
I’m from the era of the *** for drug spots Happy to be here, so I smile in my mug shots The David Dinkins years, I even dug Koch Before the George Bush drug watch, bloodclaat
I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play And if they romp with us, they have to run away
Know, they romp with us and they go run and hide Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide Only a fool get caught up in his own pride Hope they’ll be ready for your ride
I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play If they romp with us, they have to run away
Know they romp with us and they go run and hide Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide Only a fool get caught up in his own pride Hope they’ll be ready for your ride
We say death before dishonor The scent that you smellin’ on my breath is *** ‘Fore I left to Tijuana I told them it was war, so they nephew or they mama Betta wear a tef for they a gonna
That’s what it sounds like when thugs cry I see things, see wings when the slugs fly Low life Loso, P Wing Rugby Low Teddi, young *** that no ready
I go back like recline, no need for rewind Still run through flat bush like the D line Usually just the team ‘Cuz them extra *** be unnecessary Just like a Uzi wit a beam and a 'cuzzi full of steam
Suzie and Janine *** do *** like this but it’s usually in there dreams Gangsta don’t sleep unless it’s *** by the bed Ever wonder why the bread gets snatched by the Feds?
I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play And if they romp with us, they have to run away
Know they romp with us and they go run and hide Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide Only a fool get caught up in his own pride Hope they’ll be ready for your ride
I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play If they romp with us, they have to run away
Know they romp with us and they go run and hide Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide Only a fool get caught up in his own pride Hope they’ll be ready for your ride