U out? Yeah U out? I'm out Mind if I join ya? Aren't U supposed 2 be up there singin'? Yeah Where's Prince? What do U mean "Where's Prince?" I
Gangster (Gangster) I love U Yeah, I love U 2, I love U 2 Gangster glam Yeah (Get on up and jam) (If U think U're funky) Are U funky? (Then come on and
on! Get your groove on Get your groove on {repeat chorus in bg} Hey, nice joint, huh? It?s alright U see anything u like in here, u know what I?m sayin?? I think I
, u out? Yeah U out? I'm out Mind if I join ya? Aren't u supposed 2 be up there singin'? Yeah Where's prince? What do u mean "where's prince
dick Play for real take it care of ya ex that's right I'm hungry This go out to y'all alumni Faggot niggas dead wrong Yeah I'm player hatin' waitin'
dress With different color socks Sometimes I wondered if the mates where in her lunchbox Me and Lucy opened it when Cynthia wasn't around Lucy cried, I almost died, U
I kick a little thing like this I say, I say, I say, I say Shorty check me out I say, I say Now follow as I slip into that butter melody This is the
What Is Ya Name I'm Feelin Yo Vibe And I'm Hopin U Feel The Same I'm A Wink My Eye And Let U Know I Got The Game When I Pass By I Know Exactly What U
selves. Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same
don't get no better I'll be prince charming you my Cinderella Stay looking fa da gold so I had ta make you mine So forever and awhile I'm a be by your
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo' So when we cross paths and I hope that's
i'm hittin yo' hot spots i'm top notch My niggaz never listen but i told 'em When i catch you at the game runnin game at the a.u.c. That later on we'd
11 Reeboks But still, I walk around with the grill Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit Fuck this rappin shit, I
, shots hit the ceiling Panic and confusion echoes through the building Continuing to build, I strive for perfection Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold Shots I
land I respect dem bangers and dem swingas wen u see me holla at me I'm not famous jus like u da shit u do I do dat to I'm tryna feed my family wen beats
low, Gucci or Ludacris Or if I'm f-cking with a hoe Did I snitch when I got arrested or will I die over nonsense Internally I'm dealing with this conflict