Dat Gangsta Gangsta - T-Rock, Area 51, C-Mob

Let’s get twenties motherfucker

(You know, jig on the beat nigga)

Y’all know what time it is

(This is for the grind and the hustle)

Crack a bottle of Goose and a bottle of purp, keep that work

(Is to be all over, all over the world)

We getting killers crunk (crunk)

We getting strippers loose (loose)

We make them haters hate (hate)

We make they hoes choose (why?)

She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

Thy gangsta

We getting killers crunk (crunk)

W getting strippers loose (loose)

We make them haters hate (hate)

We make they hoes choose (why?)

She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

What’s up?

C-Mob in this motherfucker

Y’all want that gangster huh

Everybody knows that I’m all about the paper and I’m finna get my money even if

I gotta break bones

When you meet me you will know you’re in the presence of a G

I’m the man that your girl wanna take home

Cause you know that I’ll be handling bi’ness and if I do commit a crime,

there will not be a witness

Because I always keep my game on point

And they know that I don’t start shit if I cannot finish

Anyone who wanna cross me is a dead man

Or they’re paralyzed and they’re pissing in a bed pan

Cause I’m gutter living and I’m dripping for the bread pan

Trynna get the ink-up then I make em want ten grand

Haters wanna hate, but the fact of the matter is I’m doing my thang and they

mad they’re making less bread

If you wanna do it we can do it

I’mma leave you leaking food

When I pull the pistol I’mma leave your chest red

Laying on your death bed

Shot up in your crack bed

Body turns cold and your soul will be rested

Spent a lot of time in the streets invested

In the company a killings never with a meth-head

Don’t fuck with a gangster

But you better make sure that you got a real strong backbone

Cause I come from the land of the GDs, BDs, VLs, LKs, and Black Stones

We getting killers crunk (crunk)

We getting strippers loose (loose)

We make them haters hate (hate)

We make they hoes choose (why?)

She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

That gangsta

We getting killers crunk (crunk)

We getting strippers loose (loose)

We make them haters hate (hate)

We make they hoes choose (why?)

She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

What’s up?

Don’t nobody get these strippers loose like T-Rock nigga

Everybody know that I’m the man on the south side

See me on the corner with a dope man duffel bag

Pocket full of nickels and a closet full of pistols

On the grind, in the middle of the avenue I’m hustling

A man with intention and tuition of a writer

A south-sider

From knowing nothing but survivors

Ape man sticking put a stake and inflates

Or they get taken away off in the wind like Elijah

Dry a nigga and see if I don’t put a hot one inside ya

We murdered the fakes and then conniver’s

Now they running from my seventy round drum

I loaded ammunition nigga shoulda been wiser

A renegade with no rules

Make a lot of haters hating at the same time hoes choose

I’m a nigga that flipping and so I kick it with position nigga use as a

criminal I’m on a pro tools

On the block I’ll make the same

In the club hoes know a nigga name cause I make it rain

Haters knowing cause they keep it in they mouth and it tastes like shit to em

every-time we say it man

We keep them gangsters crunk

Strippers loose, straight off that goose

Y’all hoes ain’t real

Won’t cop

Won’t shoot

Won’t knuck

Won’t buck

Y’all hoes ain’t tough

We can do this

We getting killers crunk (crunk)

We getting strippers loose (loose)

We make them haters hate (hate)

We make they hoes choose (why?)

She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

We getting killers crunk (crunk)

We getting strippers loose (loose)

We make them haters hate (hate)

We make they hoes choose (why?)

She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)

What’s up?

Now they get us in the G-A-N-G-S-T-A-S-H-I-T

What nigga want what

G-gansta shit

Run up on a nigga then shank em quick

Man look at the niggas that I’m hanging with

We banking on niggas we dangerous

You thinking a nigga don’t bring the fists

To the battle

Fit these niggas a hat

They’re not knowing that I’m packing the steel

I can see the back of their whip and give em my sheeter’s

You tripping guarantee it and in fact it’s a cheer

I don’t really wanna kill a nigga but I got my blood bubbling hot

I’m not running from the cops

I’m running from the nigga that be popping at the list with the quickness

They don’t wanna trouble with the Glock

I’m busting off the top

Yeah, any hater can get it

Thinking you fresh I’m shooting bullets at your fitted

A nigga better get your girlfriend before I hit it

And give me some dumb yeah you know that you with it

Every nigga wanna be the baddest nigga living but I’m sticking niggas up and

all their money I be getting

Yeah their bitches I be hitting from the back and then she licking on my sack

and I ain’t giving nothing back and she ain’t tripping

If she all about her bi’ness if she playing her position

Chop it off, pick it up, then keep switching

Slikk get em bust a nigga head if you bitching

Staying on my A-game I ain’t ever slipping