"So Gangsta" lyrics
(feat. Butch Cassidy)
Hoo-bangin', uh
Aye, Bush, give me something real casual
Let's do it, time to put these suckers through
We can't take it, let's cool, ok, bye
Let's make it while these other suckers fake it
Bullshit, let's snatch the paper
Soul gangstas, soul design, we gotta keep it true to it
So for life, we'll do it
Keep riding, we forever Westside and hood
Shaped in the world's influence
The Mack is back, it's a rap, it's a fact
I hose it down from the trap to the track
I got shakedown up top with them strap's
Plus, the hood on post, we good on both posts
We in matching mode, the cash is low
The top dog in the trio, triple gold like a whole mess
Mack Sinatra, who banging this bitch, man?
These chumps got low-lows and ain't got no switch hand
The rubber bands still expand over the grip end
Something on the hip that protect what's on the wrist end
The beam in your face, check your forehead, homie
Match the red flag in the Cortez I got on, I'm back in the zone
This hoo-bangin' certified and fuck a blueprint
I got a murder guide, so let's ride
Ahh, Mack 10 (what up?)
We back
Let tell them, you know what I'm sayin'? (Come on)
Let's do it, time to put these suckers through
We can't take it, let's cool, ok, bye
Let's make it while these other suckers fake it
Bullshit, let's snatch the paper
Soul gangstas, soul design, we gotta keep it true to it
So for life, we'll do it
Keep riding, we forever Westside and hood
Shaped in the world's influence
Fresh fade, Cartier's on, bundles of paper
Just a I-N-G, true gangster, this hood's famous
All across the world, in every hood that it be
Niggas know when they hear (Inglewood), that is me
Hoo-bangin', G-Boy Mack, the chicken hawk, bitch
Got a red nose pit riding with me in the six
Jacked up, baby flame, Chuck's in the rearview
Chrome undercarriage, zone 13's official
33 in the clip, it's extended, I'ma get you
Top rhymin' everywhere, Hoo-bangin' ain't never scared (never)
It's all about stacking and flipping
Anybody in my way is a victim, I gotta get him
Put some hot ones in him
Leave him for the doctor to get him
Then block a blocker's up in him
Lay him down, come get him
Come get him, I told you bitch ass nigga
If it ain't rough, it ain't me
Hoo Butch
Let's do it, time to put these suckers through
We can't take it, let's cool, ok, bye
Let's make it while these other suckers fake it
Bullshit, let's snatch the paper
Soul gangstas, soul design, we gotta keep it true to it
So for life, we'll do it
Keep riding, we forever Westside and hood
Shaped in the world's influence
Mack, Mack, Mack, Mack 10
C-C-Can't ge-get enough of this ga-gangsta
Mack, Mack, Mack, Mack 10
C-C-Can't ge-get enough-'nough of this gangsta
Mack, Mack, Mack, Mack 10
C-C-Can't ge-get enough of this ga-gangsta
Mack, Mack, Mack, Mack 10
C-C-Can't ge-get enough-'nough of this gangsta
Aye, Bush, give me something real casual
Let's do it, time to put these suckers through
We can't take it, let's cool, ok, bye
Let's make it while these other suckers fake it
Bullshit, let's snatch the paper
Soul gangstas, soul design, we gotta keep it true to it
So for life, we'll do it
Keep riding, we forever Westside and hood
Shaped in the world's influence
The Mack is back, it's a rap, it's a fact
I hose it down from the trap to the track
I got shakedown up top with them strap's
Plus, the hood on post, we good on both posts
We in matching mode, the cash is low
The top dog in the trio, triple gold like a whole mess
Mack Sinatra, who banging this bitch, man?
These chumps got low-lows and ain't got no switch hand
The rubber bands still expand over the grip end
Something on the hip that protect what's on the wrist end
The beam in your face, check your forehead, homie
Match the red flag in the Cortez I got on, I'm back in the zone
This hoo-bangin' certified and fuck a blueprint
I got a murder guide, so let's ride
Ahh, Mack 10 (what up?)
We back
Let tell them, you know what I'm sayin'? (Come on)
Let's do it, time to put these suckers through
We can't take it, let's cool, ok, bye
Let's make it while these other suckers fake it
Bullshit, let's snatch the paper
Soul gangstas, soul design, we gotta keep it true to it
So for life, we'll do it
Keep riding, we forever Westside and hood
Shaped in the world's influence
Fresh fade, Cartier's on, bundles of paper
Just a I-N-G, true gangster, this hood's famous
All across the world, in every hood that it be
Niggas know when they hear (Inglewood), that is me
Hoo-bangin', G-Boy Mack, the chicken hawk, bitch
Got a red nose pit riding with me in the six
Jacked up, baby flame, Chuck's in the rearview
Chrome undercarriage, zone 13's official
33 in the clip, it's extended, I'ma get you
Top rhymin' everywhere, Hoo-bangin' ain't never scared (never)
It's all about stacking and flipping
Anybody in my way is a victim, I gotta get him
Put some hot ones in him
Leave him for the doctor to get him
Then block a blocker's up in him
Lay him down, come get him
Come get him, I told you bitch ass nigga
If it ain't rough, it ain't me
Hoo Butch
Let's do it, time to put these suckers through
We can't take it, let's cool, ok, bye
Let's make it while these other suckers fake it
Bullshit, let's snatch the paper
Soul gangstas, soul design, we gotta keep it true to it
So for life, we'll do it
Keep riding, we forever Westside and hood
Shaped in the world's influence
Mack, Mack, Mack, Mack 10
C-C-Can't ge-get enough of this ga-gangsta
Mack, Mack, Mack, Mack 10
C-C-Can't ge-get enough-'nough of this gangsta
Mack, Mack, Mack, Mack 10
C-C-Can't ge-get enough of this ga-gangsta
Mack, Mack, Mack, Mack 10
C-C-Can't ge-get enough-'nough of this gangsta
Writer(s): Curtis Mayfield, Dedrick Rolison, Danny Means, Kevin John Risto, Waynne Nugent
