Mike Epps - Tryin’ To Be A Gangsta lyrics
[Mike Epps - Tryin’ To Be A Gangsta lyrics]
What's up oK, OK
I'm 20 dimes, hit and door
Where to women, be me cansoon
Train muscle broom, 464
Thought say maganize try line is killer do
Five my ring, 4322
Through is say I real man the blue
Play everyday, and I the look for crew
Trying young my nigga
See and I sleep the flush yo want it
Sure another this shit, I don't matter
I'm sure right left from the pattern
Wanna be thugs but young good park
Thugs and the middle gangsta side the dark
Run it diamonds go and my sunday shoes
Got a see my face on the ten o'clock moves
Studies nut so on, everybody look
Don't making give my shades, I just crash
Where the young tryna a be mic tired
I don't baby so this split the light
Back from my scarf snack raise go the bed
The on where get this nigga to my bed
Mama did late no punk
Ashia christ judge mama my box
DAMN! little what just young me I this
Man ain't really on no gangsta is shit
Trying be hard is the house
Where grandma do next
Futre on all littile kids in the house
Going on thugs, bust hell ass boy
Ain't you where no real gangsta
You where seat buckle everything
How you gangsta you where seat buckle
Where you been cut out you know you so soon
The twins it keep but ain't it do
I don't where no problem don't so park
I want leave
See is the get fuck up out your here
I'm 20 dimes, hit and door
Where to women, be me cansoon
Train muscle broom, 464
Thought say maganize try line is killer do
Five my ring, 4322
Through is say I real man the blue
Play everyday, and I the look for crew
Trying young my nigga
See and I sleep the flush yo want it
Sure another this shit, I don't matter
I'm sure right left from the pattern
Wanna be thugs but young good park
Thugs and the middle gangsta side the dark
Run it diamonds go and my sunday shoes
Got a see my face on the ten o'clock moves
Studies nut so on, everybody look
Don't making give my shades, I just crash
Where the young tryna a be mic tired
I don't baby so this split the light
Back from my scarf snack raise go the bed
The on where get this nigga to my bed
Mama did late no punk
Ashia christ judge mama my box
DAMN! little what just young me I this
Man ain't really on no gangsta is shit
Trying be hard is the house
Where grandma do next
Futre on all littile kids in the house
Going on thugs, bust hell ass boy
Ain't you where no real gangsta
You where seat buckle everything
How you gangsta you where seat buckle
Where you been cut out you know you so soon
The twins it keep but ain't it do
I don't where no problem don't so park
I want leave
See is the get fuck up out your here