Too $hort, Dolla Will and Petey Pablo - Call it Gangster

I was so glad, when they said unto me
Let us go into the house, of the gangsters

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

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?

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

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 niggas 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

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