E-40 - He's A Gangsta lyrics

[Intro:] He's a he's a he he's a gangsta [x8] [Verse 1: E-40] Funkmaster like Flex heavy metal remedy (BLAHOO) Knock ya out'cha socks put'chu out your misery (OWH) Homicide try'na holla they wanna question me {"we need to talk to you"} Cause I'm always into beef and smoke broccoli [coughs] I do my dirt by my lonely I ain't tellin' on me I keep my mouth shut like James Beasley and Lil D, solid Find me guilty I do my time even if I'm sixty Long as I get out with my pride and my f**in' dignity Real, born in it surrounded k**ers, dealers and robbers Mommas identifying bodies in they pajamas (that's my baby) Teenagers packing and riding 'round with them llamas (rah rah) Squeezing on n***as like anacondas (bah) I'll put tips on a n***a we can fade and we can locked up like this Or we can get off into some of that old shoot-em-up bang-bang gangsta sh** (Blaoo) Most of the time it's over a b**h when the funk spark This dog gotta bite that'll back up his bark b*tch! [Hook: Kaveo / E-40] Yeah, broad daylight or midnight he'll air this muthaf**a out (He's a gangsta) We don't buddy up we dummy up One squeeze'll bring a n***a to his knees (He's a gangsta) You didn't know, we got fireworks we'll come through and grand finale yo block (He's a gangsta) If we cross paths or bump heads, it ain't on on sight it's on demand (He's a gangsta) [Verse 2: Messy Marv] Black mobs, beaver minks and black Glocks Kim Cole hard bottoms n***a with no socks This gangsta in it dawg nah ain't got candy paint I beat it my cases with cash my n***a no running My heart pump no fear to a nobody You drive by material black Maserati One n***a, one black mack, four black bodies Giving n***as scared play homie like Greg Woolley And I ain't into playing no checkers with'chu lil n***as Homie I knock down pines and f** over rooks I got gangstas from that lil D ear shook I catch ya digging in ya nose and life can get tooks n***as never seen a Can*li suit Show I showed em one and double so let'cha know I'm coppin' mo than one When I'm yanking on sumthin' I'm poppin' mo than one If I see ya a** and give ya a pa** then ya owe me one [Hook] [Verse 3: The Jacka] Err place I show up I got the pistol trippin' All my n***as feel safe when I'm in the building Make a n***a feel raped when I slap his melon With the a** of the cannon spot get ready By a hyenas Harder than life a level for we dine divas Tech cool with ya sickness of swine netter Never heard a tech cause these fakers a prime-retta Fresh up outta Tina's back in the crime bidness Keep my lawyer paid cause she is a damn genius Keep my n***as paid to murder the star witness Never saw a reign when n***as is start snitching But part of the game is d**h so now it's just more k**ing Selling up a pack to send in him to a fella Who slit his f**in neck fore he think about telling Eight a thousand years like a Gladys Knight breakfast and I'm in the lobby fear cause [Hook] [Outro:] He's a he's a he he's a gangsta [x8]