Gangsta Song - E-40, Kent Jones

I’m cut from leather not polyester

My cheddar long like tape measures

Stay with a Heckler and Koch protector, 9 mm behead ya

Charge your bitch like a Tesla or should I say bill collector?

Got more gold than a treasures, I’m a monster like Uncle Fester

When it comes to my family, I go back to pushin' that candy

That booger suger;

that yayo

Or the broccoli, spinach or kale

On the front propeller

Whether Hillside or South Vallejo

Never rollover, or tell, do my time, go to jail

Showin', improvin' and

We never losin', we gamed up, never lamed up

Bitches be lovin' the way a player move

I’m fired up, like a firetruck

Like a barber shop, I line ya up, catch a fade, no hair cut

You could run up and get done up

Get a check up, from the neck up

This ain’t no ordinary gangsta song, song

But never get it twisted, you fuckin' with the original, the original

This ain’t no gangsta song for you to sing along

So never get it twisted, you fuckin' with the original, the original

Real nigga said, Glock .40 on my waist, you could get that

West side, west side, you could rep that

If I got a little problem, who to put back

West side, west side, nigga this that gangsta song, song

West side, west side, nigga this that gangsta song, song

So never get it twisted, you fuckin' with the original, the original

I’m a top hat, a staple, tycoon, a factor;

a pillar

Like Getty’s, I’m in the picture, bitch, I’m a boss, I’m a fixture

I can tell you who real and who phony

Who counterfeit, who a mark

And I got a black belt in grittin'

A purple heart in street smarts

Me, my fan base, thicker than thieves

We sick With It, with no disease

I’m a OG in the game and I’m havin' my grilled cheese

You could tell by the way my diamonds be shinin' when I say cheese

First rapper on wax to ever say, «fo sheez»

Fetty longer than the neck on a flamingo

It’s more then just my raps and my lingo

And you can find me in Reno, up in the Peppermill Casino

You fuckin' with the original, gas nova instrumental

99 BPM tempo, trunk throbbin' slappin' tremendo

This ain’t no ordinary gangsta song, song

But never get it twisted, you fuckin' with the original, the original

This ain’t no gangsta song for you to sing along

So never get it twisted, you fuckin' with the original, the original

Real niggas up, Glock .40 on my waist, you could get that

West side, west side, you gon' rep that

If I got a little problem, who to put back

West side, west side, nigga this that

They say it’s all about the ends, it’s the day of the end

You really got fiends when you think you got friends

There’s no «I» in team, but there’s an «I» in win

Without the «N» it’s still we, game changers at the end

Yup, no joystick needed

Studied the game system and I was forced to beat it

Never was automatic 'cause I did it manual

You need to learn to take instructions before you read it

This ain’t no gangsta song, song

But never get it twisted, you fuckin' with the original, the original

This ain’t no gangsta song for you to sing along

So never get it twisted, you fuckin' with the original, the original

Real niggas said, Glock .40 on my waist, you could get that

West side, west side, you gon' rep that

If I got a little problem, who to put back

West side, west side, nigga this that gangsta song, song

West side, west side, nigga this that gangsta song, song

So never get it twisted, you fuckin' with the original, the original

They say it’s all about the ends, at the day of the end

You really got fiends when you think you got friends

There’s no ''I'' in team but there’s an ''I''' in when

Without the end it’s still the we, game changes at the end

Yup no joystick needed, studied the game system

And I was forced to beat it, nothing’s was automatic

'cause I did it manual, you need to learn to take instructions Before you read

it, this ain’t no —