Jim Jones - So Gangsta lyrics

[Intro: Max B] Now I done told y'all n***as in two-thou-four, we ain't the n***as to f** with And I done told y'all n***as if you f**ing with the Dips, then you pressing your luck, B I'm a pop the trunk and then co*k the pump and do lots of dumping and We don't ever leave them chromes at home Y'all n***as better leave them boys alone [Verse 1: Jim Jones] There's parts of uptown that we call Purple City Holler at Shiest from the circle to the piffy (hey Bubz) Wrist look good, worth about fifty (blingy) Whip look good, worth a buck-sixty (flossing) sh** goes fast, about a buck-sixty (speeding) Life goes fast, if you blink, you might miss me (you got one chance) And f** a gla**, if I drink, it ain't tipsy (nope) It's more like pissy, standing on a couch trying order more Crissy You order more drippy (right) Hammer bulging out, hope the Lord don't frisk me (squalie) I still get it in, guns on the waist (click-clack) Blew about ten grand when I come in the place (balling) Now it's all in them ones (yup) All just for fun (flying) See, the b**hes be players, so we roar like the Suns (balling) I'm addicted to the lifestyle Blowing weed, piffing G, riding on the night route [Hook: Max B (2x)] G-A-N-G-S-T-A (gangsta) The first we spit, the rest we spray (gangsta) Y'all ain't built for this thing we after (gangsta) We bang and clap ya, sting ya, whack ya (gangsta) [Verse 2: Shiest Bubz] Yeah, it's Shiest Bubz the Emperor Go uptown to Broadway, tell them that I sent ya Bullet from the 40 will flip ya n***a we sporty, look at shorty, she'll all the way from pictures I showed ya, told ya n***as that I'm a clap ya I'll fold ya, told ya n***as I'm not a rapper Heavy on the wrist-wear, I know what ya heard, man sh** on my arm, run ya 'bout thirty grand It take a lot to get me high Half a P of 33, a whole P of 65 I put a price tag, eleven on your dome Move weight like I ain't never going home I'm a Purple City boss and ya dig f**ing with this money I'm a send y'all to Big (Rest In Peace) And understand I'm the world of this piffing Coming through the city with the spoilers and the system [Hook: Max B (2x)] G-A-N-G-S-T-A (gangsta) The first we spit, the rest we spray (gangsta) Y'all ain't built for this thing we after (gangsta) We bang and clap ya, sting ya, whack ya (gangsta) [Verse 3: Max B] On One-O-Six and pop up Hopping out the chopper, fresh outta lockup I'm 'bout to be up Start handcuffing your hoes I'm the type to leave your baby mamma knocked up I keep the baby llama co*ked up Max'll out ya, shoot sh** up out ya Young boss, I could either recruit you or scalp ya Snake me and I'll make a pair of boots up out ya He what the game need, he so hungry Got it down packed and he don't even need to be punchy He's cozy, he don't need to be comfy Wrap crow-bars around your heads like scrungies They got an APB on your boy And I got the grade D-E in the choy In the stash box, low in the holster Hit the switch, gonna hop out like Brenda in the toaster, you's a snitch [Hook: Max B (2x)] G-A-N-G-S-T-A (gangsta) The first we spit, the rest we spray (gangsta) Y'all ain't built for this thing we after (gangsta) We bang and clap ya, sting ya, whack ya (gangsta)