Lyrics of Tryin to be a gangsta

Lloyd Banks

pochette album Tryin to be a gangsta
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Pass that blunt man..

(chorus x2)
Ya jumpin outta character, tryin 2 be a gangsta,
But u really a bitch ass nigga aint ya,
Keep talkin and im a let the 40 spray paint ya,
Everybody knows your a wanksta..

(verse 1):
Thats right, put on the foot locker uniform,
I'll fuck around and put a lump on yo forehead, you'll look like a unicorn,(woo)
I never slip whether i got flip flop or sneakers on,
Fame'll make a bitch smile, strip, drop and lose her thong,
They aint attracted 2 u,
U tryin 2 floss in yo platinum fubu,
Yo shits weak and ya tracks are do do,
I got a lung like a chimney,
The old heads dig me,
I'll put a hungry head in ya kidney,
My uncle smokin dat ooo wee,
I tell him 2 chill but he steady trippin,
Blinkin his eyes more than eddy griffin(yea)
This nigga steady snitchin,
Til we see em, leavin da crime scene wit a whole lot of spaghetti missin,
We 2 hot 2 ignore us, the bitches adore us,
They chew a nigga up on da tour bus,
Go home and kiss u, hug u squeeze u,
The whole time u thinkin its 'cause u diesel(yea)

(chorus x2)

(verse 2):
These niggaz want me wet like a grimlin,
Shakin da timlin,
When im around, bitches start shakin and tremblin,
Im like a puerto rican, jamacian, and indian,
Trinidadian, dominican, or sinican,
U wont believe what im swimmin in,
I smoke my dro fresh outta da grinder, it look like a cinamon,
I can do da job betta,
These niggaz crushed up in a coop, likin tighter than a bob sleder,
U a actor, better yet a actress,
Start beef, and do a video pumpin ya black fist(yea)
Dog im not like a lot of heads,
Trust me, i'll put a switchblade in yo nostrol like radamez,
And at the time a ladies man,
Icy watch, navy band, play me plam,
My records should be 80 grand,
Aint a team out that can do it da way we can(yea)

Chorus x 2

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