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    Trick Daddy / Lyrics

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    "Gangsta" Lyrics

    Trick Daddy feat. Scarface, By the Tree and Baby

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    [Trick Daddy]
    And the winner is, Trick Diesel
    Facemob
    My nigga Baby, ha ha
    Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

    [Chorus]
    You know me, 'T' double, you know I'm a G
    Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
    gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker
    But it was like you, you a pussy nigga
    But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
    gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker

    [Trick Daddy]
    Went to a eight ball from a dime piece
    Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks
    Shit lookin' good but I think slammin'
    Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half
    Sellin' O's or betta clockin a fag
    Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin' they ass
    Gotta keep my bread in a safe place
    We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations
    Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money
    Try nothin' funny and I don't buy dummies
    Every ounce betta bounce back
    And every brick that I break up
    It all betta flake up
    And when that shit hit the waters
    Shit go to ballin'
    That dope all betta fall in
    I bought coke back on 84
    Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo
    And when I hit him I want to hurt him
    And on cutlass I wanna hit it
    They ass gon' feel it

    [Chorus]

    [Baby]
    Ay, ay, ay, ay
    It's the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill
    Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is
    Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin' rubber
    You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin'
    Ay, ay roll a lil somethin'
    Mmmm Hmmmm blow a lil somethin'
    I got them thangs for a lil nothin'
    If you got a lil money I'ma throw a lil somethin'
    Bump this nigga
    Mmmm Hmmmm fuck you nigga
    We aint from 'round here dumpin' on niggas
    But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this nigga
    Well let me get to my hustle (hustle)
    I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles)
    I got ki's in the muffler
    Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker

    [Chorus]

    [Scarface]
    Face mob, right back at ya
    With O's like cookies I flip like spatulas
    99.9 of the time I'm on the grind
    Bricked up and breakin' em down
    I got to admit the dope game gravy
    3 zippers balled up you bring back 80
    You learn to swell you might see double
    Remember you can't sell bubble
    So here it is fool
    I play the game where its no rules
    Givin' you lessons from the old school
    You don't get high off your own supply
    And when a motherfucker cross you make sure he die
    Make the next man know he got to think about the payback
    This shit go deeper than me rapping or me say that
    Ask my nigga Trick Daddy, ask my nigga Baby
    Been like that since the early 80's

    [Chorus]see niggas like you you a pussy nigga
    This song was last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Andre Young, Harry Casey, Raymond Turner, Cordozar Broadus, Mark Adams, Steve Arrington, Daniel Webster, Richard Finch, Steve Washington, Cynthia Loving, Darryl Mcclary, Michael Allen.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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