Keepin’ It Gangsta lyrics |
| |
 Printer Friendly Version |
[fabolous talking]
Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Yo, I don’t care what y’all do, how y’all do
Where y’all do it, just keep it gangsta
Look at them gangstas
[verse 1]
Fab’s livin’ la vida loca
Only n**** in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca
Nark’s wanna see me and my team in a chair
They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear
D.e.a been lookin’ for proof since 9-3
When I came through in the benz with the roof behind me
Tell them jake’s through on bullet proof’s and find me
You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me
Who the f*** wanna beef
My fendi knits be 3x so you can’t see what’s tucked underneath
And I might not even drop
Just take my advance and make a small town in cleveland pop
Vivrant thing on my hip, that will make you breathe and stop
Rock ya chain in ya shirt, your roll(rollie) with the sleeve on top
You n***** know where my heat stay at
I leave n***** m I a and I ain’t talkin where the heat play at
C’mon
[chorus]
Y’all know who
Keepin’ it gangsta
We come through
Keepin’ it gangsta
Y’all know how we do
Keepin’ it gangsta
My whole crew
Keepin’ it gangsta
[verse 2]
N***** don’t think I’m still shavin crack
Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack
Baugettes have my face and beard covered
And I keep a leathal weapon like mel gidson and dan glover
Now I lose v money and c lo
And the cops think me and muggs is g money and nino
I don’t hit these honey’s with c-notes
Rather put them on greyhound, strap these honey’s with kilo’s
Type of gangsta every chick wants
I get nike’s from aster you won’t see hit the store for 6 months
Something bout the beamer x5
When I come through it be increaseing a skeo’s sex drive
Half the click look like they struck genisis up
The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up
T’n never gone hate, half these artists never slum weight
When they call ny, it’s the only time they touch the 7-1-8
[chorus]1x
[verse 3]
I lay low on the other side of the globe
Carat’s hangin out the side of my lobe
Pull in ya drivers side and unload
They find ya when it’s time for your ride to be towed
On side of the road
With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya rove (rover)
Y’all n***** ain’t ain’t gangstas til y’all ridin
And fed’s tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like fred taylor
I’m snatchin everything in the pj’s now
Thats why most these n***** in workin with the d a now
If I’m in a ride or a buggy coupe 5
Keepin’ it gangsta
If I’m with a hoochie freak or a dime in a gucci sneaks
Keepin’ it gangsta
If I’m probally in the hood or I’m in hollywood
Keepibn’ it gangsta
If I slit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat
Keepin’ it gangsta
[chorus {till end}] |
| |
| Printer Friendly Version |
