WIZ KHALIFA - Gangster 101 lyrics
rate me(Prod. by Sonny Digital)
(Intro: Wiz Khalifa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Hook: Wiz Khalifa)
Anywhere that we go they know us
I keep some KK in the plane rolled up
Shorty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
If shorty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
I do my thing, hunnid kay to show up
Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup
If shorty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shorty say that I'm a gangsta, so what?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Verse: Wiz Khalifa)
Called some friends, told her call some friends
Pour some juice and Gin
We go in, we be goin' in
We don't know the end
Pour some Gin, she want some more Henn
I'm late fo' level ten
Luv again, neva luv again, neva luv again
Niggas talk down, really mean it cause it's all fo' fame
Look at me, look into my eyes, I been through some pain
Lost some change, then bounced back again
Gave some niggas game, y'all some lames, ya'll some lames
Y'all some, ya'll some lames
I'm just countin' up this money, rollin' up a plane
Niggas in my lane, so I'm focused on some otha things
When ya a boss in the game ya show hella patience
Niggas goin' on yo page, don't know where the bank is
She keep blowin' up my phone, said she wanna play
Spent one night at my crib, say she wanna stay
I do what I want to, say what I wanna say
I been hustling, hustling, I been hustling
(Hook)
(Verse 2: King Los)
Oh, shit, hold up, hold up, bro I'm focused
Roll up, blow and choke it
Water don't approach us
Fucked the hoe wit magic, call it hocus pocus
Los the dopest spoken, flow and stroke the coldest
Stroked the hoe and told her, 'Woah, woah, woah catch it all'
Like Pokemon then poke the poke to free 'em
Hokey Pokey, put yo left foot in
I put the effort in, no, don't eff wit them
I chef wit the same shit I'm left wit
Cookin' wit the left, boy, I'm Stephen
Wicked wit the right like I'm Neffles
Spit it to a dyke, get the leverage
Kick it fo' a night, that's the blessing
Might hit it twice if I'm guessing
She'll probably bring her wife to the session
Bitch on wood like Spike at the Knick game
Nice wit the dick game, slurp game, twerk game
Pipe in a chick frame, twenty-four seven
More money, more blessings
I ain't got fifty cents fo' the bitch
I don't ask her twenty-one questions
My nigga's flip yayo, I just put the bucks in the bank
Keep it G wit the niggas 'round the way though
Ya knit that together, ya get that
Ya chit-chat too much, you're a bitch ass nigga
A big ass bitch, that's a BBW
I'm a eighties baby, that's BB's on BMW's
Ya PMS cause ya BS, I serve niggas like UPS
The groupies sweat the coupe
The Gucci sweats, the retro sneaks
The groove too fresh, the proven best
The cool respect the cool
So who are ya, the spectical
The new special dude, the next to rule
The extra ruse, I'm extra rude
My ex could prove that I had to make an extra move now...
(Hook)
