Lyrics Gangsta Strut (Crazy C Mix) - Mass 187

The gangsta strut, the gangsta strut
That gangsta strut, the gangsta strut (gangsta strut)
The gangsta strut, the gangsta strut
The gangsta strut, that gangsta strut (gangsta strut)
That gangsta strut, yeah that gangsta strut
It's the gangsta strut, that gangsta strut (gangsta strut)
Oh yeah, hmm, that gangsta strut (gangsta strut)

It's that nigga Brew...
Comin' with the strut of a gangsta
No small-time pranksta, but sho' nuff quick to bank ya
Strapped to the teeth 'cause I'm down for mine
Ain't got no time to let these niggas
Come up trippin' tryin' cramp my stride
So where my locs at?
I grab my khakis, grease 'em up, now where my Glock at?
I need that kush plus a Swisher... Sweet
Delete the tobacco from the middle and fill it with weed, uh
Homicide, I got my tendencies (I got my tendencies)
So you gon' die if you ever try to
Knuckle-up and test me (Don't try to test me!)
The definition behind this old gangsta strut
Leg limp like a pimp it's time to hem it up
KC Town to the H-Town
Hooked up with Brew who knew T-Roy
And now it's time to stack some paper pal
And I can stack 'em on residuals
Or-a, leave your monkey-ass in a bloody pool
So grab ahold and let the story unfold
Come let's roll with these hogs from
The Show Me on this gangsta strut, uh!

(Gangsta strut)
This ain't no fake ass game behind this gangsta strut (Say what?)
(Gangsta strut)
Leg limp like a pimp I'm just a gangsta strut, that gangsta strut
(Gangsta strut)
Hand cocked like my Glock, I'm just a gangsta boy
(Gangsta strut)
This ain't no fake ass game behind this gangsta strut, uh

Back at yo' ass yeah, one mo' yeah
As we strive through this jungle
With these pimps from beginning to end
'Cause life ain't nothin' but a paper chase
You gotta, put in work, do your dirt, but conceal your face
The gangsta strut is like a shield of armor
It disguises your game and keeps you from the drama
When niggas jump up and try to test your testicles
Grab your strap, pop twice, stand back and watch them niggas fall
No time to pause, can't have no flaws
'Cause you's a pimp-ass hustler, old school
With yo' strap in your drawers
So feel the funk as we roll to this mob shit
I keep my stroll on tight and ain't
Gon' never quit (ain't gon' never quit)
'Cause when a nigga quits, that's when a nigga dies
So keep your strap 'cause niggas hoo-ride on them drivebys
And then they don't give a fuck
Struck like Chuck...
You got bucked by one of these
Niggas on a gangsta strut (Gangsta strut)

This ain't no fake ass game behind this gangsta strut (say what)
(Gangsta strut)
Leg limp like a pimp I'm just a gangsta strut, that gangsta strut
(Gangsta strut)
Hand cocked like my Glock, I'm just a gangsta boy

No love for dem snitches I'm tryin' to get my hustle on
Ain't got no time to risk my riches so I'm good as gone
With this shit 'cause they claim that a nigga's brain's blown
From smokin' indo kush crushed in a Swisher blunt
So knuckle-up just when it seems like you pushed a murder
I'm lettin' you know-a, this game might have you sweatin' boulders
And for the record if you don't stuggle and endure the pain
You won't survive so tell me can you truly stand the rain?
All you gain is determined by what you put in the game
And the price of fame ain't shit if there's no many mane
Say player check yourself this shit is on another level
Ain't no mistakin, I'm what you call a true-blue running rebel
From the nutsack it's been a beyotch just to survive
I never thought it would be easy, I take it stride by stride
And day-to-day these murderous thoughts run through this nigga's brain
But hey I know I ain't the only player that feels this way
So I stay alert and on my toes, yeah, at all times
Straight Five-Sevs, 45s and 9s got my backside
So can you deal nigga? Can you fuck with that?
The idea of the game's: "Can you survive the test?"

(Gangsta strut)
It's the gangsta strut, that gangsta strut (gangsta strut)
That gangsta strut, uh

(Gangsta strut)
This ain't no fake ass game behind that gangsta strut
(Gangsta strut)
Leg limp like a pimp it's just the
Gangsta strut, that gangsta strut, say what
(Gangsta strut)
Hand cocked like my Glock, I'm just a gangsta boy
(Gangsta strut)
This ain't no fake ass game behind this gangsta strut, say what
(Gangsta strut)
Leg limp like a pimp it's just the gangsta strut, that gangsta strut
(Gangsta strut)
Hand cocked like my Glock, I'm just a gangsta boy
That nigga strolls with a gangsta strut
(Gangsta strut)
It's that gangsta strut, for the 9-5
One time, two time for your motherfuckin' mind
(Gangsta strut)
Mass 187 from here on out