Lil Wayne – Gangsta Shit (feat. Petey Pablo) Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Gangsta Shit (feat. Petey Pablo) Lyrics
Gangsta Shit
Lil Wayne (feat. Petey Pablo)
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    "Gangsta Shit." - Lil Wayne (feat. Petey Pablo)

    Album: 500 Degreez
    Track No: 07
    You know how we do it
    Weezy and Petey, baby
    Ya know, this here is five hundred degrees
    Holla at 'em dogg
    'Cause I know I ain't dreaming
    I swear to God It sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy
    Switching it up
    Fuck it, put them things on the truck
    What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up
    Hating me kinky licks talking so much
    Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking
    You want to
    You ain't built this squabble with us
    I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus
    I drink your water up
    Cool off I'm leaving with something
    They leaving you something crop stolen
    An asshole heard it
    Hip on purpose
    Dre I did what you told me
    I been acting like I don't hear ya
    But that shit been working
    Keep me a burner
    Poison that I grab in the morning
    'Cause I know that that's what's gon' hold me down on this earth
    A real **** trill **** pull out and get debated
    I keep waiting, I hear your name in the papers
    They call me young as Weezy
    I'm gon' round up the whole uptown
    We gon' burn this bitch down to the ground
    People, understand
    That you're fucking with some mother fucking soldiers
    Crazy-ass Petey
    I'ma tell a **** just like this
    If you want it boy you sure can get it
    You ain't heard
    It's cash money and that Carolina ****
    They call me gangsta, gangsta
    Weezy, Weezy
    Lil Birdman junior
    Holla at ya ****
    I fuck around and throw a bottle at you ****
    I'ma big pimp I throw a model at you ****
    Squidy squad I'll throw up the motto at ya ****
    You can mind up I throw a hollow at you ****
    And I'm so high
    No I'm too high
    But a little work on a few blocks
    And I put a few skirts on a few blocks
    If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box
    Oh Lordy, there's nobody like me shorty
    I hold cash money myself, it's me money
    Old cats wants to test come see shorty
    I got it all hot it in my pocket I'll pop it
    I'm riding in a 'Rari where the top is in my pocket
    That's young Weezy baby
    They call me young as Weezy
    I'm gon' round up the whole uptown
    We gon' burn this bitch down to the ground
    People, understand
    That you're fucking with some mother fucking soldiers
    Crazy-ass Petey
    I'ma tell a **** just like this
    If you want it boy you sure can get it
    You ain't heard
    It's cash money and that Carolina ****
    You see it's young Wayne
    Game is ashamed and they say he's a pain
    He is crazy deranged
    Put them blades on his thing
    Just like eighty to summer, so
    When the sun hit it look like Baby or something, so
    When I come through the ladies praise me or something, like
    Weezy's the man
    If you be's where he be's then you leaves with a tan
    'Cause he's five-hundred degrees
    I need a fan, whew
    Cool me off, wipe me down
    Daddy is back in town
    With the back of my Caddy slanted down
    And the mack goes black if you ask around
    Put some hash in that grass that you pass around
    Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds
    I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down
    You can ask around
    And they tell you like me
    There ain't nobody like me
    It's Weezy, baby
    They call me young as Weezy
    I'm gon' round up the whole uptown
    We gon' burn this bitch down to the ground
    People, understand
    That you're fucking with some mother fucking soldiers
    Crazy-ass Petey
    I'ma tell a **** just like this
    If you want it boy you sure can get it
    You ain't heard
    It's cash money and that Carolina ****
    See this is right here is Young Weezy, ****
    Don't get entangled and twisted
    I'm in the studio right now, ****
    With my boy
    My **** Boo in this bitch
    My **** hot boy album you know what I mean
    Five-hundred degrees, they all riding with ya boy Fi-Fi
    They gotta feel me
    Birdman junior, number one stunna my partner
    You know the name, bitch

    Writer(s): M. Barrett III, Mannie Fresh, Birdman, Lil Wayne, Petey Pablo.

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