Young Jeezy - Gangsta Music Lyrics
Added On: September 2, 2005
| Last Update: March 2, 2006
Gangsta Music by Young Jeezy Lyrics
[Versre 1]I'm here now,(now)
you old news(news)
Gotta couple porshe trucks, couple old schools (yep)
I'll line ya ass up, push ya tape backwards(bah)
Cuz ima real nigga I don't like rappers(fake ass niggas)
And that ain't this(naw) and this ain't that(cheah)
And bitch I'm strapped(yeeeeah)
Run wit real niggaz that'll cut ya throat
And they don't drink Pepsi they just sell Coke(that's right)
All I do is talk blow, it's like my brain on drugs(naw)
See me out nigga I do my thang in clubs(daaamn)
Listen up, Jeezy gotta a little riddle
Stack of 20-dollar bills, two bands in the middle
[Chorus]
All the gangstas they gon ride to this,
They gon grind, to this
They gon shine, to this(ay)
This is gangsta music,(cheah) this is gangsta music,(cheah) this is gangsta music,(cheah)
this is gangsta music(yeeeah)
All the hustlers they gon ride to this,
They gon grind to this,
They gon shine to this,(ay)
This is hustler music,(cheah) this is hustler music,(cheah) this is hustler music,(cheah)
this is hustler music(ay)
[Verse 2]
We don't talk on the phones cuz it might stick(stick)
Gotta play for the 7 call it Mike Vick(haha)
Dirty birds nigga, we play wit dem falcons(cheah)
Know some niggaz in the Decatur that pay for dem falcons(that's right)
Talking young hungry niggaz, eat ya whole plate(plate)
Jeezy place the order, niggaz eat ya whole face(daaamn)
You got me misconstrued,(yep) all fucked up,(cheah)
Jump out, hit the switch, light ya ass up(yeeah)
Carbon 15 wit the hundred round drums, (drums)
Got plenty for any nigga think he wants some(cheah)
We don't leave 'em at the house, we bring 'em out(bring 'em out)
My chain for yo life we can swap it out(ay
[Chorus]
The hoes love my voice(voice)
Make they pussy moist
Certified g-shit and I'm the gangsta's choice(ay)
Niggaz popping off,(off)hope they bullet proof,(proof)
Leave holes in ya tha size of a sunroof(haha)
Mack 11 in the club, and a snub nose(nose)
Swear to God knock you niggaz out ya fuckin' clothes(that's right)
Lay ya ass flat like a doormat(mat)
Niggaz askin' for it but they ain't wantin' that(naw)
In the rap game, takin niggaz clientele(tell)
White ones like the powder that I used to sell(yeeeah)
Give a fuck about a playa hater(cheah)
Hit 'em wit the tool, flush his whole radiator(ay)
[Chorus]
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