BIG MIKE

BIG MIKE - Straight Gangstaism lyrics

rate me

Yeah I take y'all way back

Seven years old, I'm lookin' up to the gangstas in the hood

'Cause to me and my cousins, yeah, they represented good

Even when we played cops and robbers on the block

Nobody wanted to play the cop, yeah

'Cause the cop was a pussy-ass bitch

And if you played the cop, nigga you got your ass kicked

I was a curious child

I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style

The way they talk, the way they walk

The way they act, the way they wore that gangsta hat

Tilted, rim laid flat out, now that's the type a shit I'm talkin' about, yeah

Cigarette in one hand, drink in the other

Leanin' to one side, cooler than a motherfucker

With the gangstas nicknames

Killin' Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Go-Deal, Lil Lane

True muthafuckin' mack daddies, bitch on the side, drivin' the '73 caddy

With a chrome plated 357 ready to send a motherfucker

On a stairway to heaven, I was fascinated, yeah

I let 'em influence me, and my momma hate it

But she still gave me love, 'cause my momma understood

That it was in my blood, see it was a psycho

And in a few more years she wouldn't have to worry about a Michael

'Cause I'll be makin' my own decisions, yeah

Comin' up fast, clockin' cash, straight gangstaism

Yeah, on and on and on

And on and on, yeah

Break it down

Like that, like that, yeah

Now is '93, I got a name for myself

Made a little wealth, played the cards I was dealt

Didn't go fo' self, now I'm a G and every muthafuckin' body know me

Niggas in the hood, all got love, 'cause they saw me raise up

From a muthafuckin' scrub, and hoes that I know, from way back before

They used to say no, all wanna go to the hotel

'Cause they claim that they interested, and everybody talkin' about

The shit that they wish they did but I surpassed all that

They used to wanna know if I was down, but they don't ask all that

'Cause they believin' what they seein'

A young nigga comin' up fast, yeah straight G

Yeah, on and on and on, yeah

Like that, way that

Sittin' back as a youngster, peepin' out my folks

Some were straight G's and some when not smoking dope

I had to cope with it, be a man and stay strong

Even though some folks didn't think that I'd live long

I watch grandpa shoot dice at the liquor store

Gettin' licks in the dough ague and the Big Joe

Walkin' out the door with a gallon of Jack

Sellin' straight chess booze 'cause back then there weren't no crack

A matter fact, to this day I'm doin' shit like grandpa in every way

I got my hustle on lock, I ain't frontin'

Just a young nigga in this world tryin' to have somethin', yeah

That's then you find and I know

That's how I was raised and that's how I'ma go

I don't know will I ever be a cell mate

But I do know I'm never goin' straight ganstaism

Yeah, really doe 3-2 in the muthafuckin' house doe

Down with the mutherfuckin' GB

And y'all gonna hear the original big baby really doe

And the mutherfuckin' 9 to the deuce

I know you heard that big baby, yeah

We got Seag in the muthafuckin' house doe from Oakland, yeah

We got Big Mike yeah, Fattey Hattey yeah, we got Big Chief

And Le Jay, really doe say big baby, look at my deed

You fuckin' bitch, you really doe, Bido in the muthafuckin' house, yeah

Nigga face evil really doe they can't fade this soft shit doe

The they can't fade it doe I'm out of this beeyatch

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