Chad Beat - If You So Gangsta lyrics

[Verse 1] Around here, them boys - them don't play You can hear the sound of gunspray e'ryday I give two f**s 'bout what a bird say Playboy Don do t'ings 'er way I'm rap's LeBron, Teflon Don Baguettes on arm, the next Sean, John By any means I protect my charm Blade'll bubble you up, like Moet, Chandon I'm only calm, when I'm blowin' that chron' Gettin' them flashbacks like baby hold on I never thought I'd sweat so long And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song Eyes wanderin' off, breath all gone Stomach all swoll up, neck all warm Head still spinnin' off that Seagram and vodka And you know who shot ya, b**h get the doctor! [Hook] (If you so gangsta) Then why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club (And if you so gangsta) Why you a grown man, still gettin' your pockets dug (If you so gangsta) Then how come every time you get into beef you tell (And if you so gangsta) Why n***as know you for that in the street so well [Verse 2] Now every now and then, a new kid gotta win Yeah - but unfortunately for you, I'm him (I'm sorry!) In my new tan trucks with the blue dot end Hoppin' out that big truck with the new wide rim While you cramped up, on your Jet Blue ride in We air the G-4, let the crew dive in Before Lloyd Banks tail pop on sale I feed a n***a a shell like Taco Bell I'm flyin' out to Japan to attract new fans Let 'em get to know the man with the tattooed hands Them gem stars'll leave your face all fat So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap I'm either gettin' money out of state or off rap So I'm tryin' to figure out what made Ma$e fall back And them n***as in New York know the man is a monster And I ain't from Atlanta but I A-Town stomp ya muh'f**er [Hook] [Verse 3] It's like everywhere I look and, everywhere I go It's a b**h sayin' somethin' slick, but you can s** my dick I'm grade A n***a, you don't know who you f**in' with They run up on your a**, you'll think you drunk your lip Now I got money bags as big as a pumpkin get And pistol as long as the hand Shaq dunkin' with I ain't the type that's desperate I'm modelin' diamonds now, you can call me Icin' Beckford (ow!) My down b**h holds the metal, she got a Coke bottle figure And a a** that's shaped like a bowl of Jell-o You ain't even almost rich They f**in' yo' a**, like the models in my p**no flicks Therefore you can't afford no 6 So before you hop your a** on camera get your wardrobe fixed Banks don't house, want no b**h, so if there's five of us Then she probably gon' s** 4 more dicks [Hook]