So your Diablo telling you fucking amigas, fuck you bitches, your time's up, punk.
Thought you knew, bitch.
Step in this fucking evil side, motherfuckers.
Ain't it a pitch when you can't trust his chin?
Got the road to the east with my heat on my seat.
First thing suspension, swear to God I'm gonna shoot Plus I got the big vision with these dogs I recruit They fucking with me cause they think they bulletproof But when my tip touches chest, gon' be more than just a bend on it Call me fearless with my live motion hand on it Pistol grip, pump if you don't like what I bust I don't give a fuck, plus I ain't one to trust
Fearless gangsters, Proto-Click No matter how you say it, spit it out with respect
Behold the envy town that you got for myself Somebody tells these motherfuckers that three's a crowd Mr. Ghost, what's up?
Ride with Spanx and maintain strap We're gonna map the canyon at Oscar's Cadillac
Cause where we from, the essence of the cupids.
Without a gun, busters won't last a week.
And haters on my back that ain't glad.
Cause I rap that can hang from my sack while I stand on a black house mat.
He's a gangsta.
He's a gangsta.
Shut up, man.
Shut up, man.
It's a gangsta.
It's a gangsta.
South, Southland.
South, Southland.
It's a gangsta.
It's a gangsta.
Still with the sweat, they're laughing on my sweat.
They're spitting out the clock.
Got my last bullet.
Can't shoot, I'll pull it.
Some psychopath shit.
Got the finger on the trigger.
Am I going insane?
Fuck the creep.
Blah, that wonder run, the killer within, laugh at the sin.
Gang member, a.k.a.
sniper, stippin' long, two-time felon, bien cabrón.
Mac-11, SKS, Desert Eagle, Ruger, Glock.
It's still gonna pop, you know it won't stop.
Engaged until I die, hasta la muerte, en mi cajón.
Just dreaming away, but to this day, I still live.
I ain't bad, fuck the red, this is the blue.
Su trece, fuck the busters.
Now you know that we're some fucking criminals.
Let's mob through this evil side.
Fuck you bitches.
Fuck you snitches.
It's the gangsta.
Self-Self Plan.
Self-Self Plan.
I'll be that gangster in black Sporting a blue rack, stepping out the car With a fully loaded gap As I step in the dark room and turn on the lights
End up on any bus though I see on sight You fools can't hang with the big Southland You fools can't bang like the Southland can't
I come from the city where the gangsters play And I'm still the same nut from back in the day
Fuck all the fools hating on me.
We could handle it backstage or we could take it to the street.
My Southland gang feel till the very end.
I'll keep on riding with Sleepy, Milo, and Go.
Not giving a fuck about enemies and hoes.
Cause I'm fearless, plenty of that, and much more.
I'll split your face apart and put my gun up your asshole.
South, Southland.
South, Southland.
It's a gangsta.
It's a gangsta.
South South Man.
South South Man.
He's a gangsta.
Take a drip with my clique.
If you slip, you get hit.
Catch a roundhouse kick and get flipped.
And neither is my fate I'm the one talking shit As I unload the clip We're always on the peak And we're always rolling deep Lever don't follow suit
Don't make no sudden moves, I said don't even dream Who the fuck would you think as your neck I squeeze You can beg and say please, but still I won't release Now I'm gonna take your lady cause the hoe likes to tease Bitch please, soon the position and get back to your knees No stopping the G-S-U-R-1-3 It's welcome Mr. G-H-O-S-T
And I'm the one and only, the rest are all phony You're my homie, you don't know me, so walk away slowly Cause somebody told me you were talking shit about me Saying you're gonna blast me, you know where to find me But every time you see me, you just rock wide past me Make me wanna laugh
You fucking little fag, talking all the trash but I can't let it pass I hate to tell you as am, I have to whoop your ass, fuck that
Next time I see you, I'm just gonna blast.
He's a gangster.
He's a gangster.
Shelf, shelf, man.
Shelf, shelf, man.
It's a gangsta.
It's a gangsta.
South, Southland.
South, Southland.
It's a gangsta.
It's a gangsta.
