I Got That Gangsta Lyrics & Tabs by DJ Drama & Lil Wayne
I Got That Gangsta
guitar chords lyrics
This here goes out to my m.a.n gili gili hit wit that dumb shit weezy i got cha go to jail do life not five to ten me and sergio getting down thays my man fam my niggas dont give jean- claude vandamme about you we don't play around bring that k around, spray tha town, take tha ground, take tha ground that you walk on tap the phones that you talk on jam you up and take your arms off hit you twice with that sawed off and your nigga watch your head fall off hit em weezy
Shout Out to everybody man
But uh let uh let me just prepare them let me just let em know uhh just so u know that the future imma be on this rock shit
U understand me
This real rock shit
Its gettin real crazy
But uh imma keep rappin for y'all and shit to
Cuz i know ya'll like that shit
I know y'all like that shit
I know y'all like that shit
And uh just in case if y'all want to know
What i was actually saying at the end of that performance on BET hip hop awards cuz i know they probably cut a lot of that out
I had said uh
Give me a beat Gudda, come on oh yea come on we about to take it back to New Orleans, lets go
Oh oh oh
I had said uh
Give me a beat Gudda, come on oh yea come on we about to take it back to New Orleans, lets go
Oh oh oh
Bitch didn't ya momma tell ya not to fuck wit them aliens
Im just tryin to mate like a fucking Australian
Dreams of fucking Mrs. Sarah Palin
And don't McCain look like his heart about to fail em
But scratch that shit, young money we the greatest
Add another check to my checkin and savins
And afour fs to the weezy f baby
Nah im weezy fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin baby
Dedication 3 we out this hoe
Actually we in yo hoe
Wayne Talkin...
I Feel Me (The Drought is over Part 6 coming 11/19/08)
(DJ Drama) Hahaha u thought it was over, let me give u some D4,
Bitch I Feel Me!
Yea!
AHHHHHH!
I got the game mad, and i ain't talking about homie in LA neither
I say I got so much money man I don't know what to do wit it
I was thinkin bout gettin some and lettin u spend it
Hey i do it way bigger than u did it
I'm sitting on them jordans, it must be the shoes in me
I get real ignorant
Cruel really cruel
When it rains just tell em to get in the pool silly
Who really pourin with us?
Home boy you trippin u gunna fall and bust your ass
I can rap fast but i like slow better... why?
Cuz bitch imma flow better fl-y fl-y fly
With no feathers
And if you want know bad u gunna know better yea
I'm talkin young money army weezy aka i got enough money on me
Yea and y'all niggers phony
I got some bullets wit yall pictures on them
Haha y'all really don't want me
And i blast off on beat
She make u leave and u just do you and she just do me
I told ya
