"Gangsta Codes" lyrics
Inner City Posse Lyrics
[Violent J:]
It was a Saturday night and I was lookin' for fun
So goin', fellas, we gonna bash the re-run
Of the posse so I decided to go
With Nate the Mack and his old-ass old's
Rollin' through the alleys, we never take main roads
'Cause we follow Gangsta Codes
Comin' up to Marshal, at a light
Some punks behind us kicked on their brights
They ran out their car and wouldn't ya know
Dumb fuckers just smashed out the back window
Yellin' some shit about "Fuck Delray"
Jumped back in their car and tried to get away
We lost 'em off Camble but that's okay
'Cause I know where these fuckers stay
And you can bet it sure was bouncin' and fun
I'ma chew his ass up like bubble gum
Walked to the front door but it was locked
So I played it cool and I knocked
And they opened the door and looked out
And that's when they caught a beer bottle in the mouth
Lady ran out the backdoor, probably his mother
They slammed the bitch, with a Lousville Slugger
Hit 'em house harder, it makes sense
You fuck with Violent J and it's your village expense
No feelings for others, you gotta be cold
'Cause we follow gangsta codes
I was younger, and I met a fine lady
I never give time to a bitch with dimples maybe
I met during a concert at the attitude
She said, "Up on stage, was that you?"
I said, "Yeah. How'd ya like my show?"
"Great! Violent J, can I call ya Joe?"
I said, "Can we go back to my place I wonder?"
Then I fucked her like a jungle Samoan head hunter
I had it goin', my love was flowin'
But after two months, things started slowin'
Down
I thought she might have been crawlin' around
So I went to a school on the rich side of town
I hawked a scope through the class room window
Looked in and saw the fuckin' bimbo
Was holdin' hands with some rich fool
I'ma kill his ass, but not in school
I'ma call up the boys and when the bell hits three
I'ma stomp his fuckin' head on the concrete
They walked out, chit chattered about the weather
Then I ran up and slammed their fuckin' heads together
ICP kicks them around like a hacky sac
It's for the girl Violent J, she gets more than a smack
To make sure she don't fuck around with guys no more
I put her in a figure four
Never say you're sorry, make your ass see the rules, bitch
I follow gangsta codes
Never forget the first time I had a gun
It was a twenty two, as hot as the sun
One day, I was at Kid Villian's girlfriend
I said, "I gotta take a piss," she said, "Go right in."
Instead of the bathroom, I went through another door
And found a twenty two in her daddy's drawer
I punched in a course and I was geeked as hell
Along with a few other items I could sell
Kid fucked, fucked, it's time to go
But on the way home, all's I had to know
If it worked or not, so I took aim at a stray dog
And I blew out its brains, it was fresh as hell
I couldn't wait to shoot
Some dumb bitch or a prostitute
Delray cafe can establish business
All of the costumers were about to witness
An armed robbery out for the cash flow
At least five hundred and a bottle of Faygo
Walked in and said, "I'd like a hamburger
A large fry and your cash in the register."
I pulled out the gun that I was proud to have
She was terrified but the guys in the back
Must've knew some day this would probably happen
'Cause they had two shotguns and an AK-47
I looked at my gun and the Mexican's weapons
I looked at the door and I started half-steppin'
Out but it really doesn't matter I suppose
'Cause I still follow Gangsta Codes
[D-Lyrical:]
D-Lyrical to annivers the Gangsta Codes
That's the lonely follow only in roads
Chosen path with the pun we had taken
I thought so quick there's no time for shaken
And that's what J was here to say
For the Spanish tribe that follows
"Do you comprende?" others, do you understand?
Well, grip the words that I'm givin' at hand
Take this as a guide and pursue this disclosure
'Cause I be the real thing and that's why you flows
For those that don't follow, don't be a sucker off the street
Just another justice is what you'll meet
Skip one on the passage and one I wrote
Take this as a message and follow Gangsta Codes
[Violent J (D-Lyrical):]
2 Dope follow Gangsta Codes
Seven Up follow Gangsta Codes
Nate the Mack follow Gangsta Codes
Lay Low follow Gangsta Codes
Rude Boy follow Gangsta Codes
Charlie T follow Gangsta Codes
Don Juan follow Gangsta Codes
Kid Villian follow Gangsta Codes
D-Lyrical follow Gangsta Codes
Q-Tip follow Gangsta Codes
Juan follow Gangsta Codes
Andrew follow Gangsta Codes
MC Bruce Lee follow Gangsta Codes
Iron Ranger follow Gangsta Codes
Paul D follow Gangsta Codes
John Rock follow Gangsta Codes
And the backseat counter is in full effect, boy
(Aight, my man J follow Gangsta Codes)
(My man J.P. follow Gangsta Codes)
(My man Jerry follow Gangsta Codes)
(Can't forget about Ryan, he follow Gangsta Codes)
(Sam, the Man follow Gangsta Codes)
(Pimp Daddy D follow Gangsta Codes)
(Michael Queery follow Gangsta Codes)
Pumpkin follow Gangsta Codes
Jeff follow Gangsta Codes
Inner City Posse, southwest Detroit
Funny thing is, every mothafuckin' resident
Follow Gangsta Codes, goddamn, peace!
It was a Saturday night and I was lookin' for fun
So goin', fellas, we gonna bash the re-run
Of the posse so I decided to go
With Nate the Mack and his old-ass old's
Rollin' through the alleys, we never take main roads
'Cause we follow Gangsta Codes
Comin' up to Marshal, at a light
Some punks behind us kicked on their brights
They ran out their car and wouldn't ya know
Dumb fuckers just smashed out the back window
Yellin' some shit about "Fuck Delray"
Jumped back in their car and tried to get away
We lost 'em off Camble but that's okay
'Cause I know where these fuckers stay
And you can bet it sure was bouncin' and fun
I'ma chew his ass up like bubble gum
Walked to the front door but it was locked
So I played it cool and I knocked
And they opened the door and looked out
And that's when they caught a beer bottle in the mouth
Lady ran out the backdoor, probably his mother
They slammed the bitch, with a Lousville Slugger
Hit 'em house harder, it makes sense
You fuck with Violent J and it's your village expense
No feelings for others, you gotta be cold
'Cause we follow gangsta codes
I was younger, and I met a fine lady
I never give time to a bitch with dimples maybe
I met during a concert at the attitude
She said, "Up on stage, was that you?"
I said, "Yeah. How'd ya like my show?"
"Great! Violent J, can I call ya Joe?"
I said, "Can we go back to my place I wonder?"
Then I fucked her like a jungle Samoan head hunter
I had it goin', my love was flowin'
But after two months, things started slowin'
Down
I thought she might have been crawlin' around
So I went to a school on the rich side of town
I hawked a scope through the class room window
Looked in and saw the fuckin' bimbo
Was holdin' hands with some rich fool
I'ma kill his ass, but not in school
I'ma call up the boys and when the bell hits three
I'ma stomp his fuckin' head on the concrete
They walked out, chit chattered about the weather
Then I ran up and slammed their fuckin' heads together
ICP kicks them around like a hacky sac
It's for the girl Violent J, she gets more than a smack
To make sure she don't fuck around with guys no more
I put her in a figure four
Never say you're sorry, make your ass see the rules, bitch
I follow gangsta codes
Never forget the first time I had a gun
It was a twenty two, as hot as the sun
One day, I was at Kid Villian's girlfriend
I said, "I gotta take a piss," she said, "Go right in."
Instead of the bathroom, I went through another door
And found a twenty two in her daddy's drawer
I punched in a course and I was geeked as hell
Along with a few other items I could sell
Kid fucked, fucked, it's time to go
But on the way home, all's I had to know
If it worked or not, so I took aim at a stray dog
And I blew out its brains, it was fresh as hell
I couldn't wait to shoot
Some dumb bitch or a prostitute
Delray cafe can establish business
All of the costumers were about to witness
An armed robbery out for the cash flow
At least five hundred and a bottle of Faygo
Walked in and said, "I'd like a hamburger
A large fry and your cash in the register."
I pulled out the gun that I was proud to have
She was terrified but the guys in the back
Must've knew some day this would probably happen
'Cause they had two shotguns and an AK-47
I looked at my gun and the Mexican's weapons
I looked at the door and I started half-steppin'
Out but it really doesn't matter I suppose
'Cause I still follow Gangsta Codes
[D-Lyrical:]
D-Lyrical to annivers the Gangsta Codes
That's the lonely follow only in roads
Chosen path with the pun we had taken
I thought so quick there's no time for shaken
And that's what J was here to say
For the Spanish tribe that follows
"Do you comprende?" others, do you understand?
Well, grip the words that I'm givin' at hand
Take this as a guide and pursue this disclosure
'Cause I be the real thing and that's why you flows
For those that don't follow, don't be a sucker off the street
Just another justice is what you'll meet
Skip one on the passage and one I wrote
Take this as a message and follow Gangsta Codes
[Violent J (D-Lyrical):]
2 Dope follow Gangsta Codes
Seven Up follow Gangsta Codes
Nate the Mack follow Gangsta Codes
Lay Low follow Gangsta Codes
Rude Boy follow Gangsta Codes
Charlie T follow Gangsta Codes
Don Juan follow Gangsta Codes
Kid Villian follow Gangsta Codes
D-Lyrical follow Gangsta Codes
Q-Tip follow Gangsta Codes
Juan follow Gangsta Codes
Andrew follow Gangsta Codes
MC Bruce Lee follow Gangsta Codes
Iron Ranger follow Gangsta Codes
Paul D follow Gangsta Codes
John Rock follow Gangsta Codes
And the backseat counter is in full effect, boy
(Aight, my man J follow Gangsta Codes)
(My man J.P. follow Gangsta Codes)
(My man Jerry follow Gangsta Codes)
(Can't forget about Ryan, he follow Gangsta Codes)
(Sam, the Man follow Gangsta Codes)
(Pimp Daddy D follow Gangsta Codes)
(Michael Queery follow Gangsta Codes)
Pumpkin follow Gangsta Codes
Jeff follow Gangsta Codes
Inner City Posse, southwest Detroit
Funny thing is, every mothafuckin' resident
Follow Gangsta Codes, goddamn, peace!
