[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]
