Ronnie Spencer - Gangsta b**h lyrics

(talking) Some of y'all n***as are b**hes too, that's right But me, a player, from the third coast man I'd rather have a b**h, that's gangsta you knowI'mtalkinbout So right about now, for the year two triple O E.S.G., Tre Duece and my partner Ron-O We gone let the whole world know, what type Of b**hes we got down here in the south no doubt, no doubt [Chorus: Ronnie Spencer - 2x] If you ain't a gangsta b**h, I don't want you, don't want you baby If you ain't a gangsta b**h, I don't need you, don't need you baby, uh [E.S.G.] Now I got a b**h, that do what I tell her Now she holds my bricks and hit licks on my cellular My b**h is playa made, with a head full of them braids She rides panties aside, gray insides on the blades Now my b**h don't smoke, but she ride with the dope Plus she keep a 25 stuffed inside her coach Bag in the jag showing a**, turning heads Tattoos on her thighs with the money sign on her leg See I trust her with my cash, I trust her with my bank Plus she's the type of b**h that'll bust a strip for the drink If we ain't freaking, then she setting up a reakon So we go in for three so fly off for the weekend Properly to a rumor, send bags so fast brah Don't know what I do, if the feds ever arrest her Let's po' a four, slam my door, and bang screw Plus some of y'all n***as are b**hes too [Chorus - 2x] [Mr. 3-2] Now all my broads is cla**y and jazzy and keep me looking lovely Far from ugly, and hit the highway for me Do everything I say, everything my way I'm a, big boss baller broads got to pay like they way Heezy cheesy, I do it the g-way Do whatever 3 say, get paid on the freeway No de-lay, don't stop it, 1999 Man these hoes sure be popping I watch that game unfold over a matter of time Cause if I get 25 she gone have to hold up for a dime Like the ground you walk on, don't talk on my b**hes Cause everything I done, she was my only witness In this gangsta life, gangsta relationship Blood is thicker than water baby I paid my b**h From head to toe, don't need to say no more Cause when I'm gone now she gone bring home the payroll, to daddy [Chorus - 2x] [E.S.G.] I got a real b**h, I got a pop a pill b**h A s**y brown, put it down, to make a mill b**h I mean a fine b**h, a top of the line b**h Won't drop no dime b**h, down to do the time b**h I mean a thick b**h, trying to get rich b**h That'd hit the interstate with two bricks b**h A all in b**h, a top ten b**h A S cla** with the blue lens b**h I got a super star b**h, a sipping bar b**h A third coast raised that'll take a n***a charge b**h I got a baller b**h, a shot caller b**h That'll pay for a young n***a lawyer b**h You got a young hoe, I mean a dumb hoe I got a post a million dollar f**ing bond hoe A thick thigh b**h, D.K.N.Y. b**h So when we get married don't ask a young n***a why b**h [Chorus - 4x] [E.S.G.] We off the heezy, we off the heezy And if she ain't a gangsta b**h I don't need it - 4x b*atch, off the heezy, fa sheezy E.S.Geezy, down in H-Tizzy bizzy baby KnowI'mtalkingbout, platinum sizzold For the 9-9 and the two tripple izzo Ha ha, anybody my partner St. Clizzaire KnowI'mtalkingbout, b*atch