Gangsta n*ggaz lyrics

[Chorus: Juicy J]
We up all night (Uh-huh)
We high off that white (Yeah)
We smokin' that weed (Smokin' that weed)
Them eyes be tight (Tight as a b*tch)
We drinkin' them fifths (Uh-huh)
We pimpin' a b*tch (I hear you)
Our grills are gold (Yeah)
Our nose be *sniffs* (You know it)
We carry them Glocks (Yeah, he know)
Our hustle is rocks (Yeah)
Consumers are junkies (Uh-huh)
The block is all stockin' (Yeah)
It's mall or a business (Say what?)
We drinkin' them triggas (Drinkin' them triggas)
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta n*gga

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I can't stand a sorry n*gga tryna act like he tough
When he at the D&D, he wanna act like he buff
On the parking lot, he beggin', tryna act like he stuck
Showin' out in front of hoes, tryna act like he cut
If his money lookin' funny, he gon' act like he must
Tell his boys he made a stain, meanin' act like he bust
On a n*gga, on them thangs, meanin' act like he touch
Said he missed him when he shot, meanin' act like he duck
Met a super bad b*tch he wanna act like he f*ck
Said he got to chewin' first, he wanna act like she sucked
Ridin' other n*ggas Rovers, tryna act like he struck
Sellin' other n*ggas dope, tryna act like his stuff
On them heavy n*ggas' di*k, you better act like you up
He just a faggot pus*y wimp, you better act like enough
Just because he just a lemon, he'll act like it's us
Fallin' weak for chicken women, n*gga, act like you rough
[Chorus: Juicy J]
We up all night (Uh-huh)
We high off that white (Yeah)
We smokin' that weed (Smokin' that weed)
Them eyes be tight (Tight as a b*tch)
We drinkin' them fifths (Uh-huh)
We pimpin' a b*tch (I hear you)
Our grills are gold (Yeah)
Our nose be *sniffs* (You know it)
We carry them Glocks (Yeah, he know)
Our hustle is rocks (Yeah)
Consumers are junkies (Uh-huh)
The block is all stockin' (Yeah)
It's mall or a business (Say what?)
We drinkin' them triggas (Drinkin' them triggas)
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta n*gga

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Triple Six, we don't like you hoes
And you know we quick to "blop blop"
We quickly creepin' up on foes
And you know we keepin' that "Glock Glock"
We stayin' ridin' in them Chevys
And you know and our pain is "flip flop"
We walkin' right dead on yo porch
And you know we ain't gon' "knock knock"
You b*tches better call the f*ckin' cops
Blackhaven n*ggas actin' up all on the f*ckin' block
We made it hot, we out the frame and n*ggas know it, mane
What's hard about it? We so quick to do the damn thing
We bounce and bounce in, swang and swing in, and we can't be playin'
My Cincinnati naughty n*ggas know what I be sayin'
We stayin' representin' the South with golds in our mouth
These other boys off in this b*tch know what we be about
We burnin' rubber, leavin' rubbers in his f*ckin' bed
To let him know that we been here and his girl been so bad
You f*ckin' 'round with some pimps when you come down here
Be walkin' 'round with a limp, f*ckin' off down here
We gangsta n*ggas
[Chorus: Juicy J]
We up all night (Uh-huh)
We high off that white (Yeah)
We smokin' that weed (Smokin' that weed)
Them eyes be tight (Tight as a b*tch)
We drinkin' them fifths (Uh-huh)
We pimpin' a b*tch (I hear you)
Our grills are gold (Yeah)
Our nose be *sniffs* (You know it)
We carry them Glocks (Yeah, he know)
Our hustle is rocks (Yeah)
Consumers are junkies (Uh-huh)
The block is all stockin' (Yeah)
It's mall or a business (Say what?)
We drinkin' them triggas (Drinkin' them triggas)
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta n*gga

[Verse 3: Gangsta Boo]
I be hip, n*gga, what? Ridin', ballin', down to mop
Partna smokin', crunk and f*ckin' in an overseas car
Ya'll don't know I be steppin', B-A-Z, be reppin'
Always down to buck a sucka, Triple Six my weapon
b*tch, I'm a women, I done paid all my dues
I done shot up n*ggas' homes, got they bodies on the news, ho
Stay smokin' dro, stay studio bumped out
Mobbin' with them boys on that bay, n*gga, blowed out
What you wanna do? Pimpin' Gangsta Boo
b*tch, I'll f*ck yo n*gga and yo mothaf*ckin' b*tch, too (*laughs*)
Coward sissy n*gga, you ain't know? Crazy lady got that dope
Ridin' Cadillac on vogues, yellin', "f*ck you funky hoes!"
And I got my Glock out, ready to pop a b*tch right in that grill
Tried to step up to me wrong, that's what got yo ass killed
Never been a hesitater, always ready to pull the trigger (Uh-huh)
E'body wanna be a gangsta n*gga, b*tch!
[Chorus: Juicy J]
We up all night (Uh-huh)
We high off that white (Yeah)
We smokin' that weed (Smokin' that weed)
Them eyes be tight (Tight as a b*tch)
We drinkin' them fifths (Uh-huh)
We pimpin' a b*tch (I hear you)
Our grills are gold (Yeah)
Our nose be *sniff* (You know it)
We carry them Glocks (Yeah, he know)
Our hustle is rocks (Yeah)
Consumers are junkies (Uh-huh)
The block is all stockin' (Yeah)
It's mall or a business (Say what?)
We drinkin' them triggas (Drinkin' them triggas)
'Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta n*gga