Big Pokey - What a Gangsta Do lyrics

Gangsta do (gangsta do yeah) Now let me show you what a gangsta do You don't, know what you finna get yourself into Cause you rolling, with a gangsta fool Now let me show you, what a gangsta do You don't, know what you finna get yourself into Cause you rolling, with a gangsta fool Now let me show you, what a gangsta do Den Den See I'm up all night, trying to get it how I live No time to show love, no time for little kids No time for baby girl, I'm all about the bread Two-toeing and hot stepping, trying to avoid the FED's I'm head above water, in search of a gangsta daughter To help me grind smarter, now help me grind harder To help me build a quarter, in H-Town Tex You got a gangsta n***a, girl you know you from Texas And wrecking we gon do, draped in all true Up early in the morning, looking for cash not you It's real girl, ain't no sense in me lying I'm married to the game, and we blowing on fire H.A.W.K. You don't know, what you got into I'ma mix Kung-Fu, with some Ju-Jitsu Some Crip and Paroo, demolish your crew Chasing subdue, and put two in you One in your chest, one in your a** And if you try to run, I'll put one in your calve G-A-N-G-S-T-A Loaded AK, mayday-mayday I'm a moder-an day, Cascious Clay You're just a waterboy, like Bobby Boucher I'm equipped with the sk**s, of a green beret And when I start this mayday, you better move out my way You don't, know what you finna get yourself into Cause you rolling, with a gangsta fool Now let me show you, what a gangsta do You don't, know what you finna get yourself into Cause you rolling, with a gangsta fool Now let me show you, what a gangsta do VI They call me Slick Vic, Young V's or Fly VI Have your b**h screaming let's get away, like I'm T.I See I hook a b**h, like a fish with bait Have her on the Interstate, up-state moving weight She got drank she got pine, she got case And if she see the state trooper, she know to pump them brakes I'm fresh out, I got no room for mistakes And if the hoe a dollar short, then I'm going upside her face Cause I'm that n***a that slap hoes and cook crack, with the same hand Same n***a that cop Rolls, and drive Lacs with the same grands Matter fact, ain't nothing changed but the game plan Like the Lakers without Shaq and Phil, but still the same plan Chris Ward See I got pimps that got pimps, that b**hes that got b**hes I'm a hustler, I'm all about riches Them girls fiending for C-Weez, well they got wishes The '64 I got outside, it got switches I got my young'ns, out in front of the sto' Selling weed sacks and cracks packs, or a hundred or mo' Ya know, I got them bops out in front of the spot Some selling that warm mouth, some selling that hot twat And um, I'm the kingpin behind all the D-M If that ain't G'd up, well what do ya call it then I'm C-Weezy, the hustle ain't nothing to me (that's right) You f** with a G you stuck with a G, ya see You don't, know what you finna get yourself into Cause you rolling, with a gangsta fool Now let me show you, what a gangsta do You don't, know what you finna get yourself into Cause you rolling, with a gangsta fool Now let me show you, what a gangsta do