Pharrell, Young Dro, T.I. - Music for the Gangstas lyrics

The pinks is real! yellows is real!
The whites is clean, y'know what I'm sayin'?
The blues is monster
I mean, it's the Laffy Taffy chain, hahaha
Y'know what I'm sayin'?
When I rock it, start laughin' hahaha

In My Mind's coming soon it's so real
But in the meantime
We have some other shit to handle so real
(The Aphilliates, nigga, pay attention)
This the music for the
Skateboard P been paying a lot of dues
(Dr Dr Dr) so real and I don't know if y'all
Niggas been paying attention
It's so real (Dr Dr Dr)
Well, if not, this what I'ma do for 'em
This that music for the (Dramatic) yeah
DJ Drama, AMG
This that music for the (Gangsta) star Trak!
Yeah ill! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz)

This that music for the most realest
Blow dealers who by the way are Mo' spillers
Surrounded by go-rillas, yeah
It's Skateboard, over "Trap or Die"
From Virginia, AKA "Hustler's Paradise"
(Dramatic, nigga)
Yeah, it's Skateboard, over "Trap or Die"
Yeah, it's Skateboard, over "Trap or Die"
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz)

The most realest, blow dealers
Who, by the way, are Mo' spillers
Surrounded by go-rillas, yeah (Gangsta)
It's Skateboard, over "Trap or Die"
From Virginia, AKA "Hustler's Paradise"
But don't get it twisted
They be kidnapping guys
Caught you slippin' your fault
The unmastered eye
The only math ma-tic is drug traff-a-ic
Get it cook it cut it
Nigga then wrap it quick
Get yourself a white one
Get your man a matching 6
The whiteys call him "Hip-Hop
" but they can't rap a lick
Niggas tryna case 'em
The Feds is tryna chase 'em
But they got it all designed like
The mind of a Mason fresh Ice Creams
I know you ain't plan to fall
Turn that white tee red like Santa Claus
It's almost sacrilegious
The way they practice business (Gangsta)
We call it package-risen the way that
Drug wakes up the dead
Just for sports cars, it's lipstick-red
On chrome deep-dishes the face of the
Rim is red like Swedish Fishes
Put the car and the rims together
And get the sweetest kisses
Clear your head for a second
Leave the weed restricted
I know you think I'm rapping fly
But, I know niggas that rap and fly
While I rap in fly jets
Banging that "Trap or Die"
I'm a great rapper, right?

Yeah, yeah (Young Dro) , yeah, yeah
Shout to Grand Hustle!
For real, fuck with me my nigga, Young Dro!
Young Dro, check this talk to 'em!

Young Dro, ayy, I could turn time a day back
(Gangsta) june the First (What?)
I could whip up and bring May back (Oh)
Play that, I am a Yugoslavian killer
German bricks: I am a Yugoslavian dealer
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz)
Painkiller, blue-green Chevy, Navy Seal
Marine-ready dope same color spaghetti
You know, off-white, noodle yay'
Flying Spur, super great
Forty-five caliber to your chest, super-pray
(Hard) fruit whips, deuce-trey
'bout to blow my roof away (Get 'em)
Japanese torpedo (Choing yoing)
'bout to blow your coupe away (Ah)
I hustle where I used to stay

Nah, I ain't gon' tell em all that
(Nah, nah, slow down, shawty, slow down, son)
I'ma stop right here, and I'ma
Come back here, like, here
Ayy, look, ayy (Dr Dr Dramatic)

Ayy, ice-white grape, white-grape Jays (Okay)
Light-grey yay', tote twice AK's
(Blaow, blaow) dice for eight days
(Yes) , ocean-black waves (Yes)
Ocean-green Jaguar
(Yes) , total-black 'yays (Yes)
Tote a black gauge
(AP) , Benz Four-Door Class 8 (Yuh)
Mercedes 900, nigga, fuck a 500
Big rocks in my ear look like a muscadine
Don’t it? Oh, that rhyme don't it?
(Yes) Gotta believe us
'Frigerator rocks, I was born in the freezer
(Brrr-r-r)
Ayy, I was born in the freezer (Gangsta)
(Hold up, man, what's up, y'all?)

Nigga, my pistol fully loaded
And my cheese in stacks
You can keep the baking soda
Ain't no need for that (Gangsta)
Cook crack, money fast, off-white money long
We ball in Bowen Homes 'til
All the money gone (Ayy)
Forty-cal' leave you numb like you
Bumped your funny bone
What the fuck you laughing for?
Ain't a damn thing funny, homes
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz) live the dangerous life
I could show you the skull and bones
Smooth as Frank Sinatra
But gangster like Al Capone
It's well-known where we from and all
The shit that we done
Whether we proud of it or not
Speaking loud of it or not (Dr Dr Dramatic)
I take a scoop out the block and
Then drop it into the pot
Distribute it to the block it's easy
Believe it or not
Niggas come all shapes and sizes
But pistols even 'em out
It's plain to see he was shot
But nobody speaking to cops
He seized, the gun dropped
They squeeze and none stopped
I miss them, double back, and kill
Them all in one wop, nigga

Simple as that, man
Now that's what quality street music's
Supposed to sound like!
Ain't nothing to it in the hood
You never there we there often dJ Drama!
Dro, P, let's get it! Oh! Ayy!