BIG POKEY & CHRIS WARD - What A Gansta Do lyrics

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(feat. H.A.W.K., Den Den, VI)

Gangsta do, (gangsta do yeah)

Now let me show you what a gangsta do

[Hook x2]

You don't, know what you finna get yourself into

Cause you rolling, with a gangsta fool

Now let me show you, what a gangsta do

[Den Den]

See I'm up all night, trying to get it how I live

No time to show love, no time for little kids

No time for baby girl, I'm all about the bread

Two-toeing and hot stepping, trying to avoid the FED's

I'm head above water, in search of a gangsta daughter

To help me grind smarter, now help me grind harder

To help me build a quarter, in H-Town Tex

You got a gangsta nigga, girl you know you from Texas

And wrecking we gon do, draped in all true

Up early in the morning, looking for cash not you

It's real girl, ain't no sense in me lying

I'm married to the game, and we blowing on fire

[H.A.W.K.]

You don't know, what you got into

I'ma mix Kung-Fu, with some Ju-Jitsu

Some Crip and Paroo, demolish your crew

Chasing subdue, and put two in you

One in your chest, one in your ass

And if you try to run, I'll put one in your calve

G-A-N-G-S-T-A

Loaded AK, mayday-mayday

I'm a moder-an day, Cascious Clay

You're just a waterboy, like Bobby Boucher

I'm equipped with the skills, of a green beret

And when I start this mayday, you better move out my way

[Hook x2]

[VI]

They call me Slick Vic, Young V's or Fly VI

Have your bitch screaming let's get away, like I'm T.I

See I hook a bitch, like a fish with bait

Have her on the Interstate, up-state moving weight

She got drank she got pine, she got case

And if she see the state trooper, she know to pump them brakes

I'm fresh out, I got no room for mistakes

And if the hoe a dollar short, then I'm going upside her face

Cause I'm that nigga that slap hoes and cook crack, with the same hand

Same nigga that cop Rolls, and drive Lacs with the same grands

Matter fact, ain't nothing changed but the game plan

Like the Lakers without Shaq and Phil, but still the same plan

[Chris Ward]

See I got pimps that got pimps, that bitches that got bitches

I'm a hustler, I'm all about riches

Them girls fiending for C-Weez, well they got wishes

The '64 I got outside, it got switches

I got my young'ns, out in front of the sto'

Selling weed sacks and cracks packs, or a hundred or mo'

Ya know, I got them bops out in front of the spot

Some selling that warm mouth, some selling that hot twat

And um, I'm the kingpin behind all the D-M

If that ain't G'd up, well what do ya call it then

I'm C-Weezy, the hustle ain't nothing to me (that's right)

You fuck with a G you stuck with a G, ya see

[Hook x2]