Lil' O

Lil' O - He's So Gangsta lyrics

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(feat. Carmen Sandiego)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, bou-bounce

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, I know I know I know

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, bou-bounce

Uh-uh-uh, I got these broads saying..

[Hook: Carmen Sandiego]

Mama I know I messed up, I fell in love with a gangsta

You know what, well I don't care cause he's so gangsta

And I love him and I need him, cause he's so gangsta

(I know), he's so gangsta

[Lil' O]

I'm the boy, your mammy speak about

When she go to work, the one that you sneak in the house

The thug that always beat it up, and have it leaking out

Now it seems, like my dick is all you think about

A bad boy, I'm the playa who rocks glisten

I'm the hustler with the work, boo I got chickens

Street power, I could make these punks stop living

I'm like a man with no legs, boo I'm not tripping

I'm the one your grandmama, say is so sheisty

You be like grandma I know, but he's so icey

And everythang that he roll on, are chrome Nikes

You be like girlfriend, I hope Lil' O like me

I got these broads saying

[Hook x2]

[Lil' O]

First things first, boo I'm not your pal

And I ain't trying to handcuff you, I got a gal

But I still got you on lock, like you on Rikey's Isle

You said it ain't because my do', its cause you like my style

The way I do it, but if you think I trick stop and listen

Fat Rat wouldn't buy you, a pot to piss in

The only thing that I'm good for, is lots of sticking

Face down ass up, hop in position

Cause baby I'm about to do the fool on you, and make that monkey hang

Have you walking funny, and saying you feeling strange

I just popped a X, and drank some Ginseng

Your bed went squeak-squeak, headboard went bang-bang

[Hook x2]

[Lil' O]

Well ay-yo, alright

Lil' mama, we fucking all night

Ay-yo, alright

Lil' mama, we fucking all night

Now all that when we getting married, shit baby stop bugging

When you ready hit me up, I'll be on the block thugging

I'll pick you up in that drop top, on buttons

And oh yeah lil' mama, bring your hot cousin

And stop that fussing lil' mama, it's no need

Two's iight, but what's wrong with three

We can all party then fuck, it's on me

From the room to the chronic, to bottles of Don P what

[Hook x2]

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