Eightball & MJG - Gangsta lyrics

We represent it to the fullest Keep it gangsta mang You know them n***as from the dirty Do them gangsta thangs Hoes love it when I pull up in my big ol' truck They smokin good With that crocodile touchin they bu*t Call it what'chu want I do it with the best Spit it how I live it Fat Boy, he dange-ress Watch what'cha say My squad don't play My hood like Viagra Make you hard all day Don't talk about it, be About it like a G I pop it like a Ruger Semi-automatically Ya girlfriend love it She tell me when I see her She hate'chu like you hate me I rock it like Aaliyah Back and forth, up and down Harder, and deeper She hit me on my cell-phone, e-mail and beeper A regular n***a with makin money on my mind A young street hustla Always on the grind See me when ya see me Never know when I be pullin up Four-door, foreign, or big rims on American truck That's me with the clouds comin out the roof On the street or in the booth, yo Grand Hustle! T.I.P! Let's go! Ohhh! Aye n***a Call it what'chu want I give it to ya real Spit it how I live it pimp It is what it is They can't kick it where I kick it They ain't live how I live Ain't just another run of the mill rapper with a deal Wanna push my bu*tons? Tryin'a test my limits? Been in shoot-outs But thanks to my vest, I'm livin All these so called villains Who act like women Really make me sick Don't make me stick this Fourty-fo' desert and elope yo slip Un-load this clip Til' the gun go "click! " n***as wanna try Tip I'm a do him like this Paint a picture, draw a Chopper And erase his clique Send some n***as to ya house That'cha didn't invite Do some thangs to ya wife That'll damage ya life I don't think you can imagine What that's bout to be like Instead of b**hin all the time Ya should be tryin to do right Put a slug in ya mug Make ya piss in ya shorts Have ya mama at the wake Cryin, kissin ya corpse Yeah, I know the ice is shining I'm a glisten, of course And y'all n***as still whining Like some b**hes and who*es I ain't gon' stop grindin Until I see my pitch and fork No, I'm a be richer than you My pops was richer than yours It's extradition I know y'all n***as wishin me dead But I keep it pimpin instead Get this sh** in ya head Call it what'chu want Well, I'm pullin up in a big ol' truck I looked in my rear-view, I saw a big ol' bu*t (Daaamn!) I'm like "Hey Ms. Parker, when you gon' let me f**!? " She said "When you put some 23's on ya truck" So I flipped me a brick in a couple of days I hit the mall for throw-backs and couple of Jay's And don't jack! Cause you will catch a couple of strays Cause me, Ball, and T.I. Pack a couple of K's Cause we some gangstas And you a motherf**in wa*ksta Get out-of-line and I'm a have to come shank ya Cause I'm "Trill" with' a "Pocket Full of Stones" You know I'm ridin dirty Talkin' on my Sprint phone My paint dubbed two-tone I'm sittin on Lorenz' Cause down in Texas We roll twenty-twen' twens And we, bang Screw (Bang Screw) And sip that purple n***a, we straight from the streets You too commercial, n***a Call it what'chu want