(feat. Mr. 3-2, Ronnie Spencer)



[talking]

Some of y'all niggas are bitches too, that's right

But me, a player, from the third coast man

I'd rather have a bitch, that's gangsta you knowI'mtalkinbout

So right about now, for the year two triple O

E.S.G., Tre Duece and my partner Ron-O

We gone let the whole world know, what type

Of bitches we got down here in the south no doubt, no doubt



[Chorus x2: Ronnie Spencer]

If you ain't a gangsta bitch, I don't want you, don't want you baby

If you ain't a gangsta bitch, I don't need you, don't need you baby, uh



[E.S.G.]

Now I got a bitch, that do what I tell her

Now she holds my bricks and hit licks on my cellular

My bitch is playa made, with a head full of them braids

She rides panties aside, gray insides on the blades

Now my bitch don't smoke, but she ride with the dope

Plus she keep a 25 stuffed inside her coach

Bag in the jag showing ass, turning heads

Tattoos on her thighs with the money sign on her leg

See I trust her with my cash, I trust her with my bank

Plus she's the type of bitch that'll bust a strip for the drink

If we ain't freaking, then she setting up a reakon

So we go in for three so fly off for the weekend

Properly to a rumor, send bags so fast brah

Don't know what I do, if the feds ever arrest her

Let's po' a four, slam my door, and bang screw

Plus some of y'all niggas are bitches too



[Chorus x2]



[Mr. 3-2]

Now all my broads is classy and jazzy and keep me looking lovely

Far from ugly, and hit the highway for me

Do everything I say, everything my way

I'm a, big boss baller broads got to pay like they way

Heezy cheesy, I do it the g-way

Do whatever 3 say, get paid on the freeway

No de-lay, don't stop it, 1999

Man these hoes sure be popping

I watch that game unfold over a matter of time

Cause if I get 25 she gone have to hold up for a dime

Like the ground you walk on, don't talk on my bitches

Cause everything I done, she was my only witness

In this gangsta life, gangsta relationship

Blood is thicker than water baby I paid my bitch

From head to toe, don't need to say no more

Cause when I'm gone now she gone bring home the payroll, to daddy



[Chorus x2]



[E.S.G.]

I got a real bitch, I got a pop a pill bitch

A sexy brown, put it down, to make a mill bitch

I mean a fine bitch, a top of the line bitch

Won't drop no dime bitch, down to do the time bitch

I mean a thick bitch, trying to get rich bitch

That'd hit the interstate with two bricks bitch

A all in bitch, a top ten bitch

A S class with the blue lens bitch

I got a super star bitch, a sipping bar bitch

A third coast raised that'll take a nigga charge bitch

I got a baller bitch, a shot caller bitch

That'll pay for a young nigga lawyer bitch

You got a young hoe, I mean a dumb hoe 

I got a post a million dollar fucking bond hoe

A thick thigh bitch, D.K.N.Y. bitch

So when we get married don't ask a young nigga why bitch



[Chorus x4]



[E.S.G.]

We off the heezy, we off the heezy

And if she ain't a gangsta bitch I don't need it - 4x



BIATCH, off the heezy, fa sheezy

E.S.Geezy, down in H-Tizzy bizzy baby 

KnowI'mtalkingbout, platinum sizzold

For the 9-9 and the two tripple izzo

Ha ha, anybody my partner St. Clizzaire

KnowI'mtalkingbout, BIATCH