Gangsta Song Lyrics - E-40

[Verse 1: E-40] 

I'm cut from leather not polyester 

My cheddar long like tape measures 

Stay with a heckler and [?] protector, 9 mm behead ya 

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

Got more gold than the treasures, I'm a monster like uncle Fester 

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

The booger suger, the yayo, or that broccoli, spinach or kale 

On the front propeller, the hillside or south Vallejo 

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

Showin', improvin', we never losin', we gamed up, never lamed up 

Bitches be lovin' the way we play, we movin' fire 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, never neck up 

Related 

27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks 

NEW SONG: Chris Lane - 'Big, Big Plans' (Video for Lauren) - LYRICS 

POPULAR SONG: Daddy Yankee & Snow - 'Con Calma' - LYRICS 

[Hook: Kent Jones] 

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 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 

Photos 

[Verse 2: E-40] 

I'm a top hat, a staple, tycoon, a factor; appealer 

Like Ghetties, I'm into pitri, bitch, I'm a boss, I'm a fixture 

I can tell you who real and who phoney, who counterfeit, who a mark 

And I got a black belt in grittin' 

A purple heart in street smart 

Me, my fanbase, stickin' with beats, sick with it with no disease 

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

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

First rapper on wax to ever say for che 

Fetty longer than the neck on a flamingo, more than just my raps and my lingo 

And you can find me in Rinos, up in the temper bill casino 

You fuckin' with the original, gas nover instrumental 

99 BPM tempo, [?] 

[Hook: Kent Jones] 

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 

[Verse 3: Kent Jones] 

They say it's all about the end, it's the day of the end 

You really got fiends when you think you got fans 

There's no i in team, but there's a i in win 

Without the in 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 

[Hook: Kent Jones] 

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 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 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