S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin)
S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin) - Damn You So Gangsta lyrics
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(feat. Rick D) [Trae] Bitch nigga, you need to stick to what's happening Cause you be wolfing on the daily, plus you ride when you capping I think you entertain yourself, with all your bullshit lies And I ain't seen a piece of chrome, on all your bullshit rides But still your bullshit flies, I know these people can smell it How the fuck you gon blow a pound, and don't know how to inhale it And I ain't seen you slam a motherfucking thang, on my block Except a throw with a '57 Nova, when that broke bitch stop How the fuck you gon slide a nigga, without your boxing game Plus you got a few beams, aiming dead at your frame What fo', cause your ass wanna get a bigger name Shut the fuck up, cause now your ass stuck in the game [Hook] Damn you so gangsta, now you with a click so you hard When you one deep, niggaz pull your card Dog you so gangsta, if this would of been you then this would of happened You killing everybody, when you rapping Man you so gangsta, everybody scared of you dog Do you believe, what I'm telling you dog Cause dog you so gangsta, they don't want no problems with you They prolly know, you finna send the laws through [Jay'Ton] Damn you so gangsta, you got your Khaki suit with your open toes Rhinestones in bandanas, like some of these hoes You never catch him at the swap meet, you shop at Mervyn's Everytime we see the nigga, we gon serve him Sit back and observe him, nervous when you come around real G's Lying about the connects, and all of the big ki's This last week, he told some niggaz he was with the mob Riding a nigga dick, must be your big job I woulda did this I woulda did that, but you ain't did shit Lying about the squab, at the club but you ain't slid shit The Lord better be with ya, if you fuck with me I'ma let off nine shots, doing a buck fifty [Hook] [Boss] I ain't tripping, I'm on your ass like a papsmere You got them same old small ass, bullets from last year What them fat laces mean, better come up off em Niggaz get they bandanas, snatched off em Inches from a coffin, rest in rust to all of my enemies Pulling up on these fake niggaz, to make em remember me Snatching a nigga rag off, cause they ain't no friend to me Cause these niggaz out here, got these whole bitch ass tendencies [Trae] Back at it for round two, why you steady lying Thinking we don't know, nothing but the real is what we gonna find See you the kind of nigga, that'll follow the pack And for any piece of attention, just don't know how to act And that's why you get smacked up, teeth kinda cracked up Every other week, the same two eyes blacked up You could try to sell a ticket, but my nigga I ain't buying it Get clocked upside the head, just for thinking of trying it [Rick D] Damn you so gangsta, last week was drop on 3's Now you short of your rent, and you begging for cheese Wearing your partna chain, say your neck on freeze Y'all niggaz pussy, y'all niggaz ain't O.G.'s We on a mission lil' daddy, trying to get this feddy I got a brick you can buy, holla back when you ready Got a swang in the air, trying to hold the wheel steady See we ball on the Dub, but your balling is petty [Hook] [talking] Now-a-day's, everybody wanna be gangsta Be for real nigga, run around here lying to everybody Selling these ol' wolf ass tickets, you slapped this nigga You shot this nigga, last week you had a Lexus This week a Benz, you thinking about buying a Maybach But we let you tell it, know I'm saying Get your mind right mayn, stop all that lying dog That fraud ass shit, move around with that shit mayn Go on step your game up, for real We just expose the real, that's what it is for this 2K4-2K5 Niggaz better tell the truth, if not we gon expose it