Straight Gangstaism Lyrics - Geto Boys

Yeah, I take y'all way back 

Seven years old, I'm lookin' up to the gangstas in the hood 

'Cause to me and my cousins, yeah, they represented good 

Even when we played cops and robbers on the block 

Nobody wanted to play the cop, yeah 

'Cause the cop was a pussy-ass bitch 

And if you played the cop, nigga you got your ass kicked 

I was a curious child 

I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style 

The way they talk, the way they walk 

The way they act, the way they wore that gangsta hat 

Tilted, rim laid flat out, now that's the type a shit I'm talkin' about, yeah 

Cigarette in one hand, drink in the other 

Leanin' to one side, cooler than a motherfucker 

With the gangstas nicknames 

Killin' Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Go-Deal, Lil Lane 

True muthafuckin' mack daddies, bitch on the side, drivin' the '73 caddy 

With a chrome plated 357 ready to send a motherfucker 

On a stairway to heaven, I was fascinated, yeah 

I let 'em influence me, and my momma hate it 

But she still gave me love, 'cause my momma understood 

That it was in my blood, see it was a psycho 

And in a few more years she wouldn't have to worry about a Michael 

'Cause I'll be makin' my own decisions, yeah 

Comin' up fast, clockin' cash, straight gangstaism 

Yeah, on and on and on 

And on and on, yeah 

Break it down 

Like that, like that, yeah 

Now is '93, I got a name for myself 

Made a little wealth, played the cards I was dealt 

Didn't go fo' self, now I'm a G and every muthafuckin' body know me 

Niggas in the hood, all got love, 'cause they saw me raise up 

From a muthafuckin' scrub, and hoes that I know, from way back before 

They used to say no, all wanna go to the hotel 

'Cause they claim that they interested, and everybody talkin' about 

The shit that they wish they did but I surpassed all that 

They used to wanna know if I was down, but they don't ask all that 

'Cause they believin' what they seein' 

A young nigga comin' up fast, yeah straight G 

Yeah, on and on and on, yeah 

Like that, way that 

Sittin' back as a youngster, peepin' out my folks 

Some were straight G's and some when not smoking dope 

I had to cope with it, be a man and stay strong 

Even though some folks didn't think that I'd live long 

I watch grandpa shoot dice at the liquor store 

Gettin' licks in the dough ague and the Big Joe 

Walkin' out the door with a gallon of Jack 

Sellin' straight chess booze 'cause back then there weren't no crack 

A matter fact, to this day I'm doin' shit like grandpa in every way 

I got my hustle on lock, I ain't frontin' 

Just a young nigga in this world tryin' to have somethin', yeah 

That's then you find and I know 

That's how I was raised and that's how I'ma go 

I don't know will I ever be a cell mate 

But I do know I'm never goin' straight ganstaism 

Yeah, really doe 3-2 in the muthafuckin' house doe 

Down with the mutherfuckin' GB 

And y'all gonna hear the original big baby really doe 

And the mutherfuckin' 9 to the deuce 

I know you heard that big baby, yeah 

We got Seag in the muthafuckin' house doe from Oakland, yeah 

We got Big Mike yeah, Fattey Hattey yeah, we got Big Chief 

And Le Jay, really doe say big baby, look at my deed 

You fuckin' bitch, you really doe, Bido in the muthafuckin' house, yeah 

Nigga face evil really doe they can't fade this soft shit doe 

The they can't fade it doe I'm out of this beeyatch