Seven - Come Gangsta lyrics

[Intro: Different people talking] The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paint on his face Woah, hold on man, Tech is losin' it man He's not as grounded as he used to be Tech was a devil worshiper You know you see a black dude with red hair And a long beard, I mean look he look scary to me too Yeah that n***a Tech man he sellin' out man That..that's he's doin' that for the white folks Thats white sh** he doin' man [Verse 1] I've been writing for 19 years for sure Hate rules in these times n***as don't wanna see me shine Stop me, and then try to tell me (Come gangsta) And then compare me to Nelly (Where's yo bank, bruh?) So this songs's gonna tell me (So-called gangsta n***as, who the f** is gonna try to break a G?) Hey, I've been bustin' And fizznuckin' b**hes It is nothin', for years puffin' I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin' Here's "f** you n***as", this is tough and I (Don't know what the f** you thinkin', tellin' me this sh** is hella fake) Say, since way back in the days rappin' The blaze happened I raised raves, craved days was blade packin' And stage saggin' They's wack and Nina stayed layed back and I (laugh at negros constantly, they never know the money Nina makes) Hey, this is amazin' how n***as formulate they hatin' You f**in' fornicate, your mistaken We can never correlate cause you fakin', huh? Who's bringin' in through bacon, huh? Who's keepin' it shakin', huh? (Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca Nina n***as know the rest) Gay is all you punks and Mitch Bades, this in your trunk, won't get played on the radio Too gangsta for an old lady, bro Gangsta n***as don't hate me, no wa*ksta n***as won't face me, though (Talk big sh** in books 'bout people tellin' me I really need a vest) Okay! [Bridge 1] I rep the town harder than any of you n***as Where ever I stand, my bills' the same, punk And you got the nerve to tell me [Hook] Come gangsta Throw your rags in the air And know that nobody there Will compare to your gangsta Sag your pants to the floor Every woman's a b**h or a who*e When you're gangsta Pack ya guns in the club If they shrug give them thugs mean mugs, yeah come gangsta Is what they sayin' to me [Verse 2] I shoulda been done come with a gun For the ones who bump they gums, you the one Said a n***a wasn't gonna make another record Said I was whack and washed up, done Said a n***a might scare little ones He's a f**in' nightmare, here he comes With red hair and my face painted They said (Gangsta) Messy Marv and Colione is so (Gangsta) But I really ain't (Gangsta) I need to get a little (Gangsta) Scritch the Scratch, my n***a fat tone is so (Gangsta) You need a bit of that (Gangsta) You need to hang wit a (Gangsta) Mr. Stinky Vigilante's so (Gangsta) Brotha Lynch is (Gangsta) Da Bigga Bigga is (Gangsta) 57 RDVs are so (Gangsta) That n***a Fitty is (Gangsta) They say! When you in them streets, creep creep Cause some gangstas wanna head blast Cause I run with the red rags And try make the feds flash Try to swipe my bread stash (That's that bullsh** I'm gon' skip and try to go and get the money grip) Okay, you n***as k** me like Nosferatu vampire bit my sh** Cause you n***as feel me, surprised that I got you right here with my sh** So you gotta be thankful to who? By the way homie what's gangsta to you? (Money, dope and alcohol and pretty b**hes all upon your dick) I got that How can C-Bo be wrong? How can Yukmouth be wrong? How can Lynch be wrong? How can 2Pac be wrong? b**h! [Hook] Come gangsta Throw your rags in the air And know that nobody there Will compare to your gangsta Sag your pants to the floor Every woman's a b**h or a who*e When you're gangsta Pack ya guns in the club If they shrug give them thugs mean mugs, yeah come gangsta Is what they sayin' to me [Verse 3] I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time I left Kansas City so them other cats can go and shine But it seems these punks are confused because I'm my own kind But I'm back on deck cause Kansas City is who's throne? Mine! This ain't no punk sh** n***a this is strength at it's finest I made this sh** so you all you simps can rewind it Meaning, you pussies who say this Tech sh** ain't hard for real And try to disregard the real You motherf**ers is hard to feel I get your d**h threats cause I'm the king b**h Money, groupies, d**, alcohol and bling sh** But I stay ahead of the game And you punks is so late Cause my one gangsta track will demolish your whole tape I've been with every rapper who's legendary Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard Cause I bring the heater Love me cause I'm your leader b**hes, they s** my Peter While I'm drinkin' Margaritas n***as get layed down Seven displayed sounds N9ne the crazed clown Lines like sprayed rounds This is for all you haters who don't pump my sh** If you say this ain't gangsta you can s** my dick! I might look like a clown But you n***as sound like a muthaf**in' circus f** you muthaf**as! [Outro: Yukmouth] This n***a is the tightest n***a movin' man I mean...Tech N9ne will demolish all you n***as From the stage show, to rockin' the mic you name it That's why I roll with him He my favorite rapper, real talk Tech N9ne