Gangsterous Lyrics - E-40

Chorus: D-Shot, E-40 

We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) 

We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) 

We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) 

We gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous) 

[D-Shot] 

Well let me start again with a stiff chin, go 'head and take one 

I just begun, to break yo' ass off a lump sum 

with double (?), I got a (?) in the garage 

And ready to mob, so get the fuck up out of Dodge 

before I trip, and slap yo' ass with this new grip 

One slip of the tongue'll get your monkey ass hung 

Two lungs is what it takes to inhale the dank 

and one cap is all it takes to put you in the paint 

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[The Mossie] 

So beware, to stare, in the glare, of this infrared 

You dread the day we pull out the glock display 

One way, is what your headed down, we got the pound 

So bow down, and give me the ball because we on the mound 

Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit 

Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit 

Pitchin heat, finsta treat you to this gangster shit 

Break a bitch, hog niggaz take a shit 

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[E-40] 

Wha-da-da-dey, wha-da-da-da-dang 

Hustlin on the thirteen-hundred block slangin 'caine 

Call (?) bitch (?) (?) (?) 

with walkie-talkies and po-po scanners on the lookout for the pigs 

I make long bread, I brought big cars 

Everybody know the hustle, it's like I'm a movie star 

but in the middle of the night, out the mouth they foam 

Jumpers be knockin on my bedroom window 

with they cats with they friendly spook on talkin about 

"Can I borrow some fetti? Loan me a dimepiece til the first" 

and I be like, you mean to tell me yo' uppity ass 

ain't got no money in yo' purse? 

"Nah but I got a Bic" A Bic? 

Some dopefiend matches, a little bit of that and she'll suck yo' dick 

She's a bootch, she fat, she out there bad 

I promise you somethin proper Lil' Diva, the devil pleaser 

The neighborhood head doctor, I give a FUCK about a chickenhead cluck 

I'm tryin to get papered up, I'm gangsterous 

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[The Mossie] 

We import chickens from the Japanese 

Drop 'em off to the young homies 

If they come up short, we breakin knees, spines and spleens 

Killers on the team greated at the age of thirteen 

By all means makes niggaz buy cream from us 

Triple beam dreams is a motherfuckin must 

We slide through in a tough, black Expedition truck 

If a nigga cross game they get ripped and bucked 

[D-Shot] 

Buck 'em up, lay 'em down nigga, we for the figures 

If your money bigger, we got yo' head behind the trigger 

Cough it up nigga, we want the combo to the safe 

Give it up nigga, before I catch a murder case 

[The Mossie] 

(?) it up nigga, ain't no survivors so realize it 

A half a ki, in the trunk is all mine, so penalize it 

I hit the block, serve a flock of that, good white girl 

Bust 'em down, bag 'em up and serve the whole damn world 

WE GANGSTEROUS 

Bitches on niggaz, let them think they got game 

We sent them hoes, them hoes know Bob by they name 

We put the P's in the pimpin, the S in the scandalous 

I understand that niggaz is quick to trick 

That's why I supply and deliver 

If the bitch don't perform, I gotta acquit her 

Send her to the mall or somethin 

In the trunk in Richmond Mall or somethin 

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[The Mossie] 

Gangsters, hoes down baby 

Here we come ridin, pullin up in Mercedes 

Steppin through flossin campaignin like the President 

Straight to V.I.P., we all-American 

Gangsters, hoes down baby 

Here we come ridin, pullin up in Mercedes 

Steppin through flossin campaignin like the President 

Straight to V.I.P., we all-American 

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