The Game - Gangsta Shit Lyrics
Vida:Vida, the multi-million dollar divaThe Game's changed, The Game's done caught that amnesiaHow your fingers gonna get next to this?You damn near? sending me all your text messagesMonday you're blowing me up, Tuesday's the sameWednesday's smell strip night so I don't hear from GameHe outplayed I done saved a couple of your messagesDon't know why you texting me cos women ain't your preferenceBut anyway, any rate, Vida's never on your teamYou need to go back to Kanye and find another "Dream"Find another video hoe, another fiendCos the only way you'll find me is if you find another... ***** shut the ***** up! Get the ***** outta here! Verse 1 (Game):Quick for death thoughGet ***** like a lesboBen Frank the king get green like the geckoFour-finger ring, '87 gold chainAll black Air Ones, tape em like Daddy KaneSmooth criminal *****es love the way I flowThe way I puff Cuban cigars and sip Don slowV.I.P. lick it up, it's real go get a cupChampagne like cum in her mouth, the way she spit it outThe black Hugh Hef sold crack, blast a few TECs***** em all doggy style now who's next?Reign terror pull they pony tail ***** em in the mirrorPiss in they mouth like Vida GuerraReign terror pull they pony tail ***** em in the mirrorPiss in they mouth like Vida GuerraUsed to ***** nasty *****esMoved up to classy *****esPeep the way I went from rags to richesChorus:It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love itGangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love it (7x)Verse 2:I never once dreamed about a hood ratOnly dream about *****es with good capBeyonc Ashanti! Get money like AndreWhich one? Pick one3, 000 or the sick drum, slick tongueFor these foul niggas outta bounds with they lyricsPut em to death with mine I murk em by the minuteThis beef shit I seize quickMy clip crowded like the FreaknikBout Dat, Bout Dat, that Master P shitTell em haters to eat dick and die slowWhile we live it up, ride low and bust with the 5-0Pop Cristal with foreign *****es***** officialMe and head game got more to dish outTold B.I.G. piss they ass, they do tooThey know we ***** all night like we say we doI used to ***** ashy *****esMoved up to classy *****esPeep how I went from rags to richesChorus:It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love itGangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love it (7x)Verse 3:I been around the world and nya-ya-yaI can't find a ***** that pop shit and don't ride dicks like Heather HunterI'm talking whoever wannaGet they brains *****ed out by Mrs. seven summersNever hand chump sexBut I know *****es that write ***** off like bump checksAnd model Funk Flex***** cheated, I wouldn't give her what she neededWouldn't eat it or beat itTwo-fingered the ***** Vida like a virginTwo finger split had her swervingLike me in the Rolls Royce, lick it up behind curtainsI keep *****es screaming and squirtingNever heard em but the ***** get murderFeel like they been bit by a serpentI never *****ed a ***** that would turn me downJust like never *****ed a ***** that would burn me, wowI used to ***** nasty *****esNow I ***** classy *****esPeep how I went from rags to richesChorus:It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love itGangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love it (7x)
