Tinchy Stryder
Tinchy Stryder - Gangsta? lyrics
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Gangsta? by Tinchy Stryder, Music Lyrics and Video
Gangsta? is a promo single from Tinchy Stryder's 3rd studio album "Flashing Lights", which was released on November 29, 2010.
Discussing his new single, he told the Daily Star: "It's a statement of intent - there's more to come. I'm teasing ya. I haven't called it 'Gangsta?' because I think I'm gangsta. Gangsta means cool. Like I'd say your jacket looks gangsta."
The 23-year-old British pop rap vocalist said about the album: "It's a fresh start for me, a darker side and harsher sound."
Here's the official video for the song
Tinchy Stryder - Gangsta? (Game Over feat. Tinie Tempah) Lyrics (Read my lips carefully son, you'll never be a gangsta.) Gangsta, had enough of Gangsta's Gotta couple sing-a-longs, I'm f*#king with some anthems Getting a Jim Carey on, hollywood actors I relate to thousands, your f*#king with some hundreds Yeah f*#k it then, let me get my rolson on They play my tracks in daytime, we hear your shit what logos on own my own clothin line, record labels cloud nine Publishing company, and the list goes along Holdin down my twitterin', guessin' 'bout the shows in the town they be visiting Yup it'll sickenin', busy I'm reschedulin' Meetings with the president, half a mill deals on the table I really hope you're listenin (Hold up hold up), really hope you're listenin Holdin down my twitterin', busy reschedulin' Me I'm havin' meetings with the president, meetings with the president (you'll get your turn, but im the daddy) (rah) Tell them they're really not (rah) Show them they're really not (rah) Tell them they're really not (rah) We know you're not (rah) Tell them they're really not (rah) Show them they're really not (rah) Tell them they're really not (rah) Show them they're really not Gangsta, had enough of Gangsta's Got a couple sing-a-longs, I'm fucking with some anthems Getting a Jim Carey on, Hollywood actors I relate to thousands your fucking with some hundreds Cos you got a new crew, fuck we gonna follow that Get a million views on Youtube, then holla back Postin' 'bout your new shoes, expensive Gucci's Got a ratsack on my back, I can double that Where we at, sky high we're levelin' from babe to whats the name Gold plaque hangin' on my wall, from a million sales See I'm holdin on to titles, I'm the best seller round here no rivals (rah) Tell them they're really not (rah) Show them they're really not (rah) Tell them they're really not (rah) We know you're not (rah) Tell them they're really not (rah) Show them they're really not (rah) Tell them they're really not (rah) Show them they're really not Gangsta, had enough of Gangsta's Gotta couple sing-a-longs, I'm f*#king with some anthems Getting a Jim Carey on, Hollywood actors I relate to thousands, your f*#king with some hundreds Man i drive in mini coups, you're f*#kin wit' some tractors Tweetin' at some youngsters, new born hampers Born with my gift, an' you're waitin' on Santas Bring your whole ship, to help with my anchors (rah) Tell them they're really not (rah) Show them they're really not (rah) Tell them they're really not (rah) We know you're not (rah) Tell them they're really not (rah) Show them they're really not (rah) Tell them they're really not (rah) Show them they're really not Gangsta?