Too Hort Call It Gangster lyrics

Too Hort Call It Gangster lyrics

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Too Hort Call It Gangster lyrics

Send "Too Hort Call It Gangster" Ringtone to your Cell f/ Dolla Will, Petey Pablo [Petey Pablo] I was so glad, when they said unto me Let us go into the house, of the gangsters [Chorus: Petey Pablo] If you don`t call this gangster, I don`t know what a gangster is If you don`t call this gangster, you don`t know what gangster is Said it`s one thing to be real, but real ain`t all a gangster is If you don`t call this gangster, you don`t know what gangster is I know [Petey Pablo] I was so glad... I only smoke with the folks that came in when I came in I don`t smoke with bitches cause I don`t know where they mouth been Dawg I`m a celebrity, I got fans, I don`t need friends I don`t need security, cause they ain`t checked me when I came in All that you impressed with, is what I already did The life you choose to emulate, that`s the life I live Dream house, dream car, quarter past that That money that you makin, was my champagne tab Dawg, that`s yo` girl?Be cool, relax I just need her tonight, call the phone, you can get her back You gon` ball then ball, you gon` mack then mack Your mouth sayin one thang, but your action don`t say that You told me all aboutcha, and I ain`t even asked Look at ya, nervous, jittery, can`t stare me in the eyes can ya? Real recognize real, you can`t deceive a gangster Short Dawg, Petey Pab`, what was y`all thankin? [Chorus] [Too $hort] I know you wanna live the good life New car, new house, what it look like? You`ll never see it, tryin to be somethin that you`re not You runnin to the car cause you don`t wanna get shot But at the bar you was hard Ain`t even no straps in your car, you better call the law They got guns, you got a cell phone Do some gangster shit, and get the hell on ... You talked all that shit But a bunch of ass-whuppins, that`s all y`all get Actin tough in the club You found out you was fuckin with some thugs; put them hands on ya So fast you ain`t know what happened Outside seen `em ridin in a fo` do` cabin Tryin to kill you, this shit is real fool You won`t survive in the streets if you don`t know the rules [Chorus] [Dolla Will] Uhh; Black Continental, suicide golds Gators hit the flo`, I ain`t payin at the do` While you fly outside, waitin for the guest list and to get frisked, it`s niggaz like me creepin with heat that`ll burn ya crisp I`m at some work, you would open your mouth to kiss Why you at the bar, roused off Cris` No longer courageless, grabbin hoes by the wrist Chose one, mix wasn`t hit, so you wet her clothes and said BITCH - put it on thick, like Lonzo in "Training Day" Not knowin she with a clique, that`s aimin at your face Soon as they get word, hope your friends don`t desert And valet got your Benz parked next to the curb You ain`t a gangster, L7 Quick to bail out, like a nigga in jail stressin A lesson to be learnt, bout what a gangster is Not only do we roll deep, so do a gangsteress [Chorus] Send "Too Hort Call It Gangster" Ringtone to your Cell Too Hort Call It Gangster lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Too Hort Call It Gangster lyrics @ ELyrics | Too Hort Call It Gangster lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Too Hort Call It Gangster lyrics @ Songlyrics | Too Hort Call It Gangster lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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