Boosie Badazz - Real Gangsta lyrics
[Boosie Badazz - Real Gangsta lyrics]
Badass 35 all the way live real gangsta
This that 35 always down to wet one, send ya
Step, son hus-
Hu-
Hustle with the best of 'em
Shot at all the rest of 'em
Boosie Badass, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one
Send your son to step one
Wayne P, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Hustle with the best of 'em
Shot at all the rest of 'em
Yahoo, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one
Send your son to step one
These hoes love it, real gangsta
(Real gangsta)
I know a nigga named Tulu out the park
Never talked took his leg, suck my dick
In my book he's a G
Rest in piece to Walter T
He threw his foes and talked to me
Never thought I'd see his blood
Up in the street, walt a G
And Capon, that was my dawg, he put me in it
He fucked with Boosie fresh out Angola
(yeah) with that pack and I showed
Him I could move it
Free V lucas, my gangsta
Hope your sentence done changed
This for my nigga Lil Ivory
They'll kill ya just 'cause ya famous
I gotta give respect to my boy
To the death of ours
She told the boy he goin' hard
That nigga dick get hard
Nigga took my boy, that was my boy
So he blessed the yard tell me
What else you expected from me? I'm a gangsta
Hustle with the best of 'em
Shot at all the rest of 'em
J prince, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one
Send your son to step one
Killa H, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Hustle with the best of 'em
Shot at all the rest of 'em
Southwest P, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one
Send your son to step one
These hoes love it, real gangsta
(Real gangsta)
I was a juvie in Baton Rouge
I had to let it go (Let it go)
Makin' moves
Kickin' up dust with my nephew low (Get low)
I used to cook coke with Little
P and little Daddy O
I used to fuck with Silky Slim 'til he
Did that pussy shit on the radio
Let's talk some real shit
Those I kept it real with
Niggas ain't gon' hype me shit when
I was sellin' my kicks
My bad, can't forget Dig
'em, fuck your habit, you a G
'Fore you flooded your own nephew
You came cross the trap to me
And that was cradle to the grave shit
Yay yay
And that was Busta and some Flav shit
(I miss Coo) , yay yay
Yay yay, real Gs, we ain't trustin' nothin'
(Trustin' nothin') i was sellin' dope
Couldn't even trust my cousin
Hustle with the best of 'em
Shot at all the rest of 'em
Black Trell, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one
Send your son to step one
Craig Game, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Hustle with the best of 'em
Shot at all the rest of 'em
Lil' Bleek, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one
Send your son to step one
My nigga Ghost, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
D-Pitch
He died with his mask on (Real gangsta)
Lil' Ton
Died gettin' his smash on (Real gangsta)
Soulja Slim he died in front his mom's home
(Real gangsta)
But through my music that nigga lives on
(That's real gangsta)
That big Slim was a gangsta
This that 35 always down to wet one, send ya
Step, son hus-
Hu-
Hustle with the best of 'em
Shot at all the rest of 'em
Boosie Badass, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one
Send your son to step one
Wayne P, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Hustle with the best of 'em
Shot at all the rest of 'em
Yahoo, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one
Send your son to step one
These hoes love it, real gangsta
(Real gangsta)
I know a nigga named Tulu out the park
Never talked took his leg, suck my dick
In my book he's a G
Rest in piece to Walter T
He threw his foes and talked to me
Never thought I'd see his blood
Up in the street, walt a G
And Capon, that was my dawg, he put me in it
He fucked with Boosie fresh out Angola
(yeah) with that pack and I showed
Him I could move it
Free V lucas, my gangsta
Hope your sentence done changed
This for my nigga Lil Ivory
They'll kill ya just 'cause ya famous
I gotta give respect to my boy
To the death of ours
She told the boy he goin' hard
That nigga dick get hard
Nigga took my boy, that was my boy
So he blessed the yard tell me
What else you expected from me? I'm a gangsta
Hustle with the best of 'em
Shot at all the rest of 'em
J prince, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one
Send your son to step one
Killa H, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Hustle with the best of 'em
Shot at all the rest of 'em
Southwest P, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one
Send your son to step one
These hoes love it, real gangsta
(Real gangsta)
I was a juvie in Baton Rouge
I had to let it go (Let it go)
Makin' moves
Kickin' up dust with my nephew low (Get low)
I used to cook coke with Little
P and little Daddy O
I used to fuck with Silky Slim 'til he
Did that pussy shit on the radio
Let's talk some real shit
Those I kept it real with
Niggas ain't gon' hype me shit when
I was sellin' my kicks
My bad, can't forget Dig
'em, fuck your habit, you a G
'Fore you flooded your own nephew
You came cross the trap to me
And that was cradle to the grave shit
Yay yay
And that was Busta and some Flav shit
(I miss Coo) , yay yay
Yay yay, real Gs, we ain't trustin' nothin'
(Trustin' nothin') i was sellin' dope
Couldn't even trust my cousin
Hustle with the best of 'em
Shot at all the rest of 'em
Black Trell, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one
Send your son to step one
Craig Game, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Hustle with the best of 'em
Shot at all the rest of 'em
Lil' Bleek, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
Always down to wet one
Send your son to step one
My nigga Ghost, real gangsta (Real gangsta)
D-Pitch
He died with his mask on (Real gangsta)
Lil' Ton
Died gettin' his smash on (Real gangsta)
Soulja Slim he died in front his mom's home
(Real gangsta)
But through my music that nigga lives on
(That's real gangsta)
That big Slim was a gangsta