Big Pokey - He's So Gangsta lyrics

(talking:) Uh, I need a bad b**h bad hoe Go hard with a n***a, in the middle the flo' (Big Pokey:) I need a bad b**h, bad hoe Go hard with a n***a, in the middle the flo' Ain't complaining, bout her knees so' Ain't gon leave, till her jeans to' Five foot fo', dark and thick Call her b**h, cause she bark at dick When I'm finished with her, then my boy can hit If not, next time I'ma dodge the chick I don't, play with hoes I run through broads, like a change of clothes Dressed in a fo', top of the line If you hear my headboard, then I'm knocking her down If I hit her from the back, I'ma pop her behind Make it sound off, like a shot from the nine A peck on the neck, I get her hot as a iron If she say I went low, better stop her from lying (Hook:) (he's so gangsta), I need a bad b**h bad hoe (he's so gangsta), go hard with a n***a in the middle the flo' (he's so gangsta), I need a thick b**h s**y slim (he's so gangsta), n***az get checked I don't play with them (Big Pokey:) I'ma pull up in the lot, Beamer or Benz Jumping out clean, in my skeeto for men Let the games begin, I'm on Jane and Henn X-O in my life, so I'm sane again Hoes in the place, so I got to lay low Snatch some'ing foreign, get her shots of Cuervo (where your girl at), I done left the wench Baby jumped fly, put that hoe on the bench Past tense, naw I mean Trying to slide up, in her Prada jeans Hoes pulling on me, like a slot machine Plus I got em tripping, on the watch and ring I need a young stunner, thoroughbred Pigeon toe, standing on the back of her legs Buck wild, cause a n***a back in the FEDs Liquor got her wired up, attacking her head (Hook) (Big Pokey:) This one goes out, to my ladies in the club My n***az outside, on dubs n***a what With a s*ut, ready to get up in her guts Thighs bu*t, I'm just sizing it up Young buck, pushing a 2000 truck DVD, TV deluxe Pushing through the lot, with my attitude on n***a in a zone, trying to take some'ing home Flipping through my phone, trying to find a date Gon be hard to do, cause it's kinda late Out the gate, I'ma flex my weight If baby drank, I got a extra eight I'ma feed her steaks, eggs and juice We gon make the bed shake, like a 70 deuce Impala, when I hit her she holla Choke when she swalla, top flo' at the Ramada (Hook x4)