- Too Short Call It Gangster 歌詞
- Too Short
- I was so glad, when they said unto me
Let us go into the house, of the gangsters [Chorus: Petey Pablo]
If you dont call this gangster,
I dont know what a gangster is
If you dont call this gangster, you dont know what gangster is
Said its one thing to be real, but real aint all a gangster is
If you dont call this gangster, you dont know what gangster is
I know [Petey Pablo:]
I was so glad...
I only smoke with the folks that came in when
I came in
I dont smoke with bitches cause
I dont know where they mouth been
Dawg Im a celebrity,
I got fans,
I dont need friends
I dont need security, cause they aint checked me when
I came in
All that you impressed with, is what
I already did
The life you choose to emulate, thats the life
I live Dream house, dream car, quarter past that
That money that you makin, was my champagne tab
Dawg, thats yo girl?
Be cool, relax
I just need her tonight, call the phone, you can get her back
You gon ball then ball, you gon mack then mack
Your mouth sayin one thang, but your action dont say that
You told me all aboutcha, and
I aint even asked
Look at ya, nervous, jittery, cant stare me in the eyes can ya?
Real recognize real, you cant deceive a gangster
Short Dawg,
Petey Pab, what was yall thankin? [Chorus] [Too $hort:]
I know you wanna live the good life
New car, new house, what it look like?
Youll never see it, tryin to be somethin that youre not
You runnin to the car cause you dont wanna get shot
But at the bar you was hard
Aint even no straps in your car, you better call the law
They got guns, you got a cell phone
Do some gangster shit, and get the hell on ...
You talked all that shit
But a bunch of ass-whuppins, thats all yall get
Actin tough in the club
You found out you was fuckin with some thugs; put them hands on ya
So fast you aint know what happened
Outside seen em ridin in a fo do cabin
Tryin to kill you, this shit is real fool
You wont survive in the streets if you dont know the rules [Chorus] [Dolla Will:]
Uhh; Black
Continental, suicide golds
Gators hit the flo,
I aint payin at the do
While you fly outside, waitin for the guest list
And to get frisked, its niggaz like me creepin with heat
Thatll burn ya crisp
Im at some work, you would open your mouth to kiss
Why you at the bar, roused off
Cris No longer courageless, grabbin hoes by the wrist
Chose one, mix wasnt hit, so you wet her clothes
And said B
ITCH - put it on thick, like
Lonzo in 'Training Day'
Not knowin she with a clique, thats aimin at your face
Soon as they get word, hope your friends dont desert
And valet got your
Benz parked next to the curb
You aint a gangster,
L7 Quick to bail out, like anigga in jail stressin
A lesson to be learnt, bout what a gangster is
Not only do we roll deep, so do a gangsteress [Chorus]
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