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Gangsta Niggaz Lyrics

"Gangsta Niggaz" was written by Lola Mitchell, Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston.
"Gangsta Niggaz" was written by Lola Mitchell, Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston.

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We up all night
(We hip, we hip)
We high off that white, we smokin' that weed
(We hip, we hip)

Them eyes be tight, we drinkin' them fifths
(We hip, we hip)
We pimpin' a bitch our grills are gold
(We hip, we hip)

Our nose be
(Sniff)
We carried them glocks
(We hip, we hip)
Our hustle is rocks, consumers or junkies
(We hip, we hip)

The blockies I start, if smaller or bigger
(We hip, we hip)
We drinkin' them triggers
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta, nigga

I can't stand a sorry nigga tryna act like he tough
When he at the D&D he wanna act like he buff
On the parking lot he becking tryna act like he stuck
Showing out in front of hoes tryna act like he cut

If it's money lookin' funny he goin' act like he must
Tell his boys he made a stain meaning act like he bust
On a nigga on dem things meaning act like he touch
Said he missed em when he shot meaning act like he ducked

Met a super bad bitch he wanna act like he fucked
Said he got the chewing first he wanna act like she sucked
Ridin' other niggas Rovers tryna act like his truck
Selling other niggas dope tryna act like his stuff

On them heavy niggas dick you better act like you up
He just a fagot pussy whip you better act like enough
Just because he just a lemon he a act like he us
Fallen weak for chicken women nigga act like you rough

We up all night
(We hip, we hip)
We high off that white, we smokin' that weed
(We hip, we hip)

Them eyes be tight, we drinkin' them fifths
(We hip, we hip)
We pimpin' a bitch our grills are gold
(We hip, we hip)

Our nose be
(Sniff)
We carried them glocks
(We hip, we hip)
Our hustle is rocks, consumers or junkies
(We hip, we hip)

The blockies I start, if smaller or bigger
(We hip, we hip)
We drinkin' them triggers
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta, nigga

Triple six we don't like you hoes
And you know we quick to 'blop blop'
We quick big creeping up foes foes
And you know we keepin' that 'glock glock'

We stayin' riding in dem Chevvys
And you know and our pain is 'flip flop'
We walkin' right dead on your porch
And you know we ain't goin 'knock knock'

You bitches better call the fuckin' cops
Black Haven niggas acting up all on the fuckin' block
We made it hot, we out the frame and niggas know it main

What's hard about it we so quick to do the damn thing
We bouncin', bouncin', swanging, swanging, and we can't be playing
My Cincinnati naughty niggas know what I be saying
We stayin' representing the south wit golds in our mouth

These other boys off in this bitch know what we be about
We burning rubber leaving rubbers in his fuckin' bed
To let him know that we been here and his girl been so bad
You fuckin' round wit some pimps when you come down here

Be walking round wit a limp fuckin' off down here
We gangsta niggaz

We up all night
(We hip, we hip)
We high off that white, we smokin' that weed
(We hip, we hip)

Them eyes be tight, we drinkin' them fifths
(We hip, we hip)
We pimpin' a bitch our grills are gold
(We hip, we hip)

Our nose be
(Sniff)
We carried them glocks
(We hip, we hip)
Our hustle is rocks, consumers or junkies
(We hip, we hip)

The blockies I start, if smaller or bigger
(We hip, we hip)
We drinkin' them triggers
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta, nigga

I be here nigga what riding?
Partner smoking, crunking, funking in an overseas car
Ya'll don't know I be stepping

B-A-Z be rapping
Always down to buck a sucker triple six my weapon
Bitch I'm a women I done paid all my dues
I done shot up niggas homes got they bodies on the news hoe

Stay smoking dro, stay studio bumped out
Mobbing wit them boys on that vay nigga blowed out
What you wanna do, pimping gangsta boo

Bitch I'll fuck yo nigga and yo mutherfuckin' bitch too
Coward sissy nigga you ain't know crazy lady got that doe
Riding Cadilliac on vogues yelling fuck you funky hoes
And I got my glock out ready to pop a bitch right in that grill

Tryna step up to me wrong that's what got yo ass killed
Never be a hesitater always ready to pull the trigger
Everybody wanna be a gangsta nigga
Bitch

We up all night
(We hip, we hip)
We high off that white, we smokin' that weed
(We hip, we hip)

Them eyes be tight, we drinkin' them fifths
(We hip, we hip)
We pimpin' a bitch our grills are gold
(We hip, we hip)

Our nose be
(Sniff)
We carried them glocks
(We hip, we hip)
Our hustle is rocks, consumers or junkies
(We hip, we hip)

The blockies I start, if smaller or bigger
(We hip, we hip)
We drinkin' them triggers
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta, nigga

Songwriters
LOLA MITCHELL, PAUL BEAUREGARD, JORDAN HOUSTON

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