All my gangstas hit the flo' For some gangsta music They don't really wanna test my gangsta They don't really wanna test my gangsta Nah, I don't think they wanna test my gangsta (oh) I don't think they wanna test our gangsta (oh) I don't think they wanna test my gangsta (oh) Nah, they don't (oh) They say this boy too gangsta for the radio But I'm such a hot commodity, I bet your favorite station still play me though Because I spit well, I need to stop, drop, and roll I'm a man on fire like Denzel All hail, this young cat, rap, I run that Hustle hard, I done that, makin' my funds stacks Stay away from dumb cats, they get you stung black You gon' wonder where yo' lungs at when that [*scratch*] clap If it's wack, I don't bump that I like that gangsta music, and I'm tired of all this bubblegum rap Cause ain't nothin' fake about how I'm livin', homie I'm real with' it You don't like the way that I'm spittin'? Then come and deal with' it Chill with' it, you better keep yo' cool Please don't be nobody's fool cause I keep my tool I ain't quite like them other guys If you ain't feelin' what I'm sayin' then you gotta be dumb, deaf, or paralyzed They don't like the way I talk, I'm too gangsta My style and the way that I walk, it's too gangsta So they don't want me up in da club, I'm too gangsta This for one for my thugs, show me some love Aye, aye, aye, oh, I'm too gangsta I'm too gangsta, I'm too gangsta Too gangsta, too gangsta Verse 2, let's keep it goin', keep it poppin', keep it movin' Keep it crackalackin', my gangstas keep groovin' Keep it thorough, with or without my crew And you don't do dat, dat's the difference between me and you See me, I keep it gutta, keep it hood, keep it gangsta You keep it lame, keep it fake, keep it wanksta And you be rappin' 'bout things you never did And makin' songs about a life you never lived Your lyrics straight garbage when you spittin' 'em out You should live in a trash can like Oscar the Grouch Take it straight back to Sesame Street Freddie be rippin' the beat, so on the mic you could never compete Ah you lookin' kinda mad, what's the matter? It's a shame I can see straight through you, I guess yo' daddy was a glassmaker So sit there and try to figure it out, real Gs know what I'm talkin' about Yup, keep it gangsta They don't like the way I talk, I'm too gangsta My style and the way that I walk, it's too gangsta So they don't want me up in da club, I'm too gangsta This for one for my thugs, show me some love Aye, aye, aye, oh, I'm too gangsta I'm too gangsta, I'm too gangsta Too gangsta, too gangsta Homie, I went from ashy to nasty to classy And these honeys on my jock used to look past me Now they breakin' they neck to sexually harass me Then they man find out and wanna come blast me But I ain't worried 'bout it (I ain't worried 'bout it) Cause I got way bigger fish to fry I want my slice of the pie befo' it's time to die It ain't hard for me to catch yo' eye People say I'm so gangsta and wonder why I dress so fly You ain't know? I'm in the polo, fresh air forces Tall, dark, and handsome, man, I'm so gorgeous Rocks in my Jacob watch is so flawless Rappin' or grindin', I'm gettin' mine regardless I'm the illest, you can claim to be the hardest Cause I'mma be eatin' while y'all dudes is still starvin' Beggin' for yo' turn like a busta Yo' careers over, gon' and let it burn like Usher They don't like the way I talk, I'm too gangsta My style and the way that I walk, it's too gangsta So they don't want me up in da club, I'm too gangsta This for one for my thugs, show me some love Aye, aye, aye, oh, I'm too gangsta I'm too gangsta, I'm too gangsta Too gangsta, too gangsta Yeah, yeah here we go (gangstas strike back) Indiana holla Gangsta rap is back we never left (never left) All that bubblegum rap y'all keep that over there man (keep that over thurr, right thurr, over thurr, right thurr, right thurr homie) Yeah, Chi town, St. Louis, Indiana, Detroit, Ohio ride with' me Ugh, Steel City holla Steel City yuh (yeah, fo' sho' we back in the studio with' Freddie Gibbs) Freddie Gangsta Gibbs (Freddie Gibbs you got any shoutouts befo' we wrap this thang up?) Finger Roll, uh yeah man, I just wanna, know what I'm sayin' send shoutouts to you know, everybody out...