Slim Thug

Slim Thug - Gangsta lyrics

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(feat. Z-Ro)





[Hook: Z-Ro]

Gangsta from my head to my shoes

So goddamn clean I'm giving haters the blues

Ain't too many players that played the game like I do

I'm getting rap money and getting street money too

Yeah jack I'm a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

G.A.N.G.S.T.A.

I keep it real all day every goddamn day

And ain't goin never change homie I'm a stay this way a thug (a thug)



[Verse 1: Slim Thug]

Bitch I'm back

The biggest Boss Hogg of em all

It's Thugga muhfucka leader of them Outlaws

Made the city proud rep hard for the grill (huh)

They thought we fell off still getting it how I live (cheah)

Stay up in the club, let em know we still paid (still paid)

Reppin for the Nouf from the cradle to the grave (huh)

Gangstas don't hide so you see my face often (often)

Heater on my side so approach me with caution

Reppin great fame I appreicate the love

But don't get it fucked up (what) cause bitch I'm still a thug (still a thug)

The [? ] got bigger, the money got longer

It's Hoggs worldwide so the team more stronger (thugga)



[Hook: Z-Ro]



[Verse 2: Z-Ro]

Huh, that's right my nigga money, hoes, cars, clothes

I think I fell in love with clothes and cars and doe

I know y'all don't be seeing me at award shows

Fuck going commercial real nigga, y'all know how it goes

Thousand dollar bottle of camante y'all know how it flows

I die once, a thousand times that's how a coward goes

You don't want none of me nigga I got power blow

Hoes as big as tennis balls that's all a six sour note

Attitude like Pimp C, cup taste like Big Moe

R.I.P. to Pat and for the Hawk, that's my big bro

Every CD in my car say "DJ Screw"

If you from Houston and you rap my nigga he made you

I keep pens and pencils like bitches I pimp them hoes

Get it out of cock, put it in my socks it's what I do with the doe

Money ain't never been mad at me I stay cool with the doe

Like a dummy when he peeing I'm a fool with the flow



[Hook: Z-Ro]



[Verse 3: Slim Thug]

Hah, I can't stop I gotta make my nigga Pimp proud (R.I.P.)

That's why you see me reppin' Texas up in front of crowds (cheah)

Thugged out every nigga ride with the scratch (that's right)

Don't start shit but we stay ready for comeback

Don't know how to act, we goin fuck the club up (club up)

We just like em so the gangstas niggas love us (cheah)

My street nigga get a good girl pussy wet (that's right)

She say she coming home with me, that's a bet (that's a bet)

Before the Gin we get wasted off patron straight (straight)

After that see if her friend goin paticapate (huh)

Whole weight in the town got it locked down (locked down)

Got drank, got bricks, got plenty thous



[Hook: Z-Ro]
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