Can't Stop That Gangsta S%!t

The baker in the bakery

Stacking bread in the bakery

Baking fresh and soon you'll see

Bakery is the name

Aye, yo, Dada, why'd'you hit 'em with one of those

Motherfucking gangster ass videos?

All right, aight

Roll it x5

I like that

Gangsta shit

We gon'

Real smooth, you dig?

That they bossed up

Cause my life worth more than

The money that I lived and died for

And where I'm form, my nigga, you get shot

For sellin' lots, you don't really need a reason to die for

(I ain't trippin')

You know they say that gangsters don't live that long

I could not be at home if I wasn't really that strong

I pro'ly should be long gone

Feel me (Feel me!))

Tell me, what does it take to be dangerous

Everytime I look around, the game steady changin'

From coast to coast we arrange it

Boys out west, we insist to keep it

Ah yeah, we maintain, burn enough by choice, we smart, now we blazin'

My young home boy, he amazing,

The cookie, rookie, shook him and took him

And now he famous (wow)

Couldn't quite picture that, wonder what he fishin' now

Now yo talkin' bout this and that

But pass that lo', I don't diss no mo'

I made number one hitch, you know

Believe me, I make it look easy

You wanna know how to do it, then watch (???)

Cause my life worth more than

The money that I lived and died for

And where I'm form, my nigga, you get shot

For sellin' lots, you don't really need a reason to die for

(I ain't trippin')

You know they say that gangsters don't live that long

I could not be at home if I wasn't really that strong

I pro'ly should be long gone

Feel me (Feel me!)

Yeah, cuz, the game won't wait, dismiss talk

But beef and shook all the haters

And took on the new routine, started coaching you football

To go straight clean

Like mean Joe Green(?), I step in the scene

I want all the (???) and a pitcher, you know what I mean?

I get to 'em, nigga, don't ask why

Word to my people, that's just how I ride

Yeah, since I slid the dough, I been actin' %^&*(Some gangsta mac shit, but I did it with practice

Yeah, yeah, y'all know I get actin'

I live to merc, taste the risk my status

Top of the chores, have heart, have money

Have money, you gotta have heart

Cause my life worth more than

The money that I lived and died for

And where I'm form, my nigga, you get shot

For sellin' lots, you don't really need a reason to die for

(I ain't trippin')

You know they say that gangsters don't live that long

I could not be at home if I wasn't really that strong

I pro'ly should be long gone

Feel me (Feel me!)

It's been thirteen years, no pain, no tears

Respected by all my piers

No matter where I'm hosted at, my hands stay close to that

Dada dadat dadat dadadadat

And as a matter of fact, no beef on the streets,

No black on black. We gon' be all on one track

So I fall in wild and get lost in the pack

It's like that, fo' real, we ain't bluffin'

Right now it's West Coast or nothin'

I'll push that line and in due time

Y'all gon' respect this cause out here, fool, we rhyme

Oh, yeah, we think, but out here no time

Put up on yo nine, foreign line(?)

(Tell 'em why)

Cause my life worth more than

The money that I lived and died for

And where I'm form, my nigga, you get shot

For sellin' lots, you don't really need a reason to die for

(I ain't trippin')

You know they say that gangsters don't live that long

I could not be at home if I wasn't really that strong

I pro'ly should be long gone

Feel me (Feel me!)