[Intro:]
He's a he's a he he's a gangsta [x8]
[Verse 1: E-40]
Funkmaster like Flex heavy metal remedy (BLAHOO)
Knock ya out'cha socks put'chu out your misery (OWH)
Homicide try'na holla they wanna question me {"we need to talk to you"}
Cause I'm always into beef and smoke broccoli [coughs]
I do my dirt by my lonely I ain't tellin' on me
I keep my mouth shut like James Beasley and Lil D, solid
Find me guilty I do my time even if I'm sixty
Long as I get out with my pride and my f**in' dignity
Real, born in it surrounded k**ers, dealers and robbers
Mommas identifying bodies in they pajamas (that's my baby)
Teenagers packing and riding 'round with them llamas (rah rah)
Squeezing on n***as like anacondas (bah)
I'll put tips on a n***a we can fade and we can locked up like this
Or we can get off into some of that old shoot-em-up bang-bang gangsta sh** (Blaoo)
Most of the time it's over a b**h when the funk spark
This dog gotta bite that'll back up his bark
b*tch!
[Hook: Kaveo / E-40]
Yeah, broad daylight or midnight he'll air this muthaf**a out
(He's a gangsta)
We don't buddy up we dummy up
One squeeze'll bring a n***a to his knees
(He's a gangsta)
You didn't know, we got fireworks we'll come through and grand finale yo block
(He's a gangsta)
If we cross paths or bump heads, it ain't on on sight it's on demand
(He's a gangsta)
[Verse 2: Messy Marv]
Black mobs, beaver minks and black Glocks
Kim Cole hard bottoms n***a with no socks
This gangsta in it dawg nah ain't got candy paint
I beat it my cases with cash my n***a no running
My heart pump no fear to a nobody
You drive by material black Maserati
One n***a, one black mack, four black bodies
Giving n***as scared play homie like Greg Woolley
And I ain't into playing no checkers with'chu lil n***as
Homie I knock down pines and f** over rooks
I got gangstas from that lil D ear shook
I catch ya digging in ya nose and life can get tooks
n***as never seen a Can*li suit
Show I showed em one and double so let'cha know I'm coppin' mo than one
When I'm yanking on sumthin' I'm poppin' mo than one
If I see ya a** and give ya a pa** then ya owe me one
[Hook]
[Verse 3: The Jacka]
Err place I show up I got the pistol trippin'
All my n***as feel safe when I'm in the building
Make a n***a feel raped when I slap his melon
With the a** of the cannon spot get ready
By a hyenas
Harder than life a level for we dine divas
Tech cool with ya sickness of swine netter
Never heard a tech cause these fakers a prime-retta
Fresh up outta Tina's back in the crime bidness
Keep my lawyer paid cause she is a damn genius
Keep my n***as paid to murder the star witness
Never saw a reign when n***as is start snitching
But part of the game is d**h so now it's just more k**ing
Selling up a pack to send in him to a fella
Who slit his f**in neck fore he think about telling
Eight a thousand years like a Gladys Knight breakfast and I'm in the lobby fear cause
[Hook]
[Outro:]
He's a he's a he he's a gangsta [x8]