Slick Pulla - Keep It Gangsta lyrics

[Hook: Young Jeezy] (x2) I keep it gangsta and they love that sh** (hey) (x3) If you's a gangsta you gon' love this sh** [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] This one's for you and I ain't talkin Bud Light HK n***a with that little red light Whole club bouncin, errbody strapped up Pull it out my pants and make errbody back up f** a record deal, the boy just too real Watch him cook it on the stove, man the boy got sk**s Streets is talkin, whole hood's whisperin Careful what I say cause I know them folks listenin It's your boy Mr. Seventeen-Five My lil mamma hold the strap and the work while I drive Take it out the wrap and I put it on the scale But keep that on the low cause I ain't tryna go to jail [Hook] (X2) [Verse 2: Slick Pulla] They call me Slick Manning cause my vision's great Toss shells like pigskins when I squeeze the eight Think I start for the Braves, way I rep the A Like John Smoltz in his prime when I pitch the K Got the scale in my pocket on a suicide grind Yams in the strap facin suicide time Outlandish wit it man, it's stupid how we shine Catch me in them bunkers with them troops all the time I eat like Saddam but I'm sick like Uday Keeps some youngsters with me and they all bout gunplay We been had the streets jammed up to stock We down south n***as but the plugs up top [Hook] (X2) [Verse 3: Blood Raw] This for gangstas, I ain't talkin bout you busters Chopper toters, money getters, naw not you s**ers Cooler than a fan, colder than a freezer Still in the hood, ridin sixes on the Regal Still on MLK, still got a side Still get money and I'm still in the trap Lil mamma say she like me plus she know I'm hood I'm a fool with laying pipe, and she know I'm good I got a spot for the yay, Uncle Pete keep the K's Auntie Shirley got the money, if they rush then we straight Eight Seven Thirty Two shawty, leave it in my pager We ain't talkin on them phones cause I know you talkin paper [Hook] (x2)