T-Nutty - West Coast Chopper lyrics

Chorus [T-Nutty] I'm a gangsta, gangsta, I kick that sh** like a gangsta gangsta, I bet you maybe wanna be gangsta, get to whopping at you n***as cause it's gangsta gangsta [x2] Verse 1: I get to chopping n***as like I'm breaking down a brick Everybody know T-Nutty now be with this sh** So when I start the bussing, mothaf**ers get to ducking, Ain't no reason for discussion, only if it's about to chill I'm in the zone, something like a zip, 28 grams on the scale can you show me how to whip Cause I'm something like a drug, what you s**er though it was, I be f**ing with the bloods, I be f**ing with the crips I be f**ing with the b**hes and n***as with 9 millas When they go down they willing to ride with us And the deuce we die hard like Bruce Willis, kind to try hard I'm through chilling I'm who the realest, I'm who be really in the streets, on the creep trying to find where the meal is to eat Real n***as feel my pain, every time I spit it to a beef, bet that I give it to 'em like a free donation Sticking to the script, homie glued to the basics Coming with the gas like a fat boy's a**, write it slow write it fast, I'm going to make sure it's stanking What the f** was you thanking, young T-Nutty did he really fall off? Did he go soft? Can he still k** 'em all off?, k** 'em all off? Looking for myself when I'm lost A veteran and better then a motherf**ing boss Always get the cheddar but a n***a never floss Forever the 3rd letter, so choosing your words better, I'm plucking your bird feathers, get the swooping like a hawk Stupid n***as talk like they really really want it, when I really get up on it then wanna call it off Better shutter with the woofer, break it to 'em with a whooping, n***as hopping out the bushes for this line that I'm pushing Individuals hit 'em with the subliminals, outta the momma criminals, situation get critical I'm calling the shots like I'm a general, first time getting physical, f**ing on n***as b**hes though Get the clutching and untucking the pistol for n***as touching my genitals I'm a put something in 'em Ho n***as don't be pretending, I'm snatching all through in denim, and winning from the beginning can't see me like I'm invisible It's going to take a miracle and spiritual beliefs to compete with the lyricals, I eat n***as And treat n***as like cereal and creep with material, the miracle for bread or the meat n***a T-Nutty I'm the west coast chopper, hit 'em in the chest with a west coast knocker Imma do my best, never giving nothing less, everything to the left, keep it creeping for the blockstas, blah blah Chorus: I'm a gangsta, gangsta, I kick that sh** like a gangsta gangsta, I bet you maybe wanna be gangsta, get the whopping at you n***as cause it's gangsta gangsta [x2]