paroles de chanson Gangsta - Free Nationals
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Gangsta,
gangsta,
gangsta,
gangsta
Gangsta,
gangsta
The
Free
Nationals
You
know,
my
daddy
was
a
gangsta
And
father
before
him
was
a
damn
thug
I'ma
learn
to
escape
up
out
these
handcuffs
I
ain't
going
to
court
to
see
no
damn
judge
Cocked
a
four-fifth,
blow
knobs
off
the
hinge
My
security
guard
big,
but
inside
a
punk
bitch
Ass
nigga
you's
a
trick,
nigga
you's
a
wankster,
wankster
And
my
pop
was
a
gangsta
Fuck
that
ho
when
I
need
sex,
give
me
throat
when
I
need
neck
Love
her
more
when
I'm
erect,
I
reply
when
I
see
text
I
forgot
her,
God
be
vexed,
say
no
more,
my
guy,
say
less
Copy,
copy,
I'll
be
back
with
a
TEC
and
stocking
cap
So
turn
on
your
thinking
cap
before
I
push
your
shit
way
back
I'm
the
nigga,
copy
facts,
they
mad
as
hell
where
I
be
at,
hold
up
Most
of
my
memories
fade,
like
all
my
enemies'
names
Like
the
Lion
King,
I'm
in
a
way,
I'm
just
here
to
reclaim
Sipped
on
my
Hennessy
drink,
sipped
on
my
Henny
Go
on
my
memory
bank
'til
it's
empty
On
the
G-side
of
things,
on
the
street
side
of
things
Would
a
word
bad
mean
eighteen
kind
of
things?
(Yeah)
And
these
niggas
is
serving
life
eighteen
kind
of
ways
And
that
was
way
before
the
eighteenth,
by
the
way
Gangsta,
gangsta,
gangsta,
gangsta
Gangsta,
gangsta,
gangsta,
gangsta
Yeah,
I
roll
to
my
perfection
and
I
smoke
with
no
detection
Baddest
hoes
in
my
direction,
ain't
no
ho
in
my
reflection
I
get
chicks
with
my
complexion,
I'm
a
pimp,
I
know
you
guessed
it
Can't
be
bitchin',
can't
be
questioned,
I
got
gold
in
my
complexion
Pearls
and
stone
in
my
new
necklace,
I
got
hoes
for
my
erection
I
got
votes
for
my
election,
I
got
hope
for
all
my
brethren,
hold
up
You
know,
my
daddy
was
a
gangsta
And
father
before
him
was
a
damn
thug
I'ma
learn
to
escape
up
out
these
handcuffs
I
ain't
going
to
court
to
see
no
damn
judge
Gangsta,
gang-gang-gangsta
Gang-Gang-Gang-Gangsta
Gangsta,
gang-gang-gang-gang-gangsta
Gangsta,
my
pop
was
a
gangsta
Fuck
that
ho
when
I
need
sex,
give
me
throat
when
I
need
neck
Love
her
more
when
I'm
erect,
I
reply
when
I
see
text
I
forgot
her,
God
be
vexed,
say
no
more,
my
guy,
say
less
Copy,
copy,
I'll
be
back
with
a
TEC
and
stocking
cap
So
turn
on
your
thinking
cap
before
I
push
your
shit
way
back
I'm
the
nigga,
copy
facts,
they
mad
as
hell
where
I
be
at,
hold
up
The
Free
Nationals
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