Gangsta b*tch lyrics

(talking)
Some of y'all n*ggas are b*tches too, that's right
But me, a player, from the third coast man
I'd rather have a b*tch, that's gangsta you knowI'mtalkinbout
So right about now, for the year two triple O
E.S.G., Tre Duece and my partner Ron-O
We gone let the whole world know, what type
Of b*tches we got down here in the south no doubt, no doubt

[Chorus: Ronnie Spencer - 2x]
If you ain't a gangsta b*tch, I don't want you, don't want you baby
If you ain't a gangsta b*tch, I don't need you, don't need you baby, uh

[E.S.G.]
Now I got a b*tch, that do what I tell her
Now she holds my bricks and hit licks on my cellular
My b*tch is playa made, with a head full of them braids
She rides panties aside, gray insides on the blades
Now my b*tch don't smoke, but she ride with the dope
Plus she keep a 25 stuffed inside her coach
Bag in the jag showing ass, turning heads
Tattoos on her thighs with the money sign on her leg
See I trust her with my cash, I trust her with my bank
Plus she's the type of b*tch that'll bust a strip for the drink
If we ain't freaking, then she setting up a reakon
So we go in for three so fly off for the weekend
Properly to a rumor, send bags so fast brah
Don't know what I do, if the feds ever arrest her
Let's po' a four, slam my door, and bang screw
Plus some of y'all n*ggas are b*tches too
[Chorus - 2x]

[Mr. 3-2]
Now all my broads is classy and jazzy and keep me looking lovely
Far from ugly, and hit the highway for me
Do everything I say, everything my way
I'm a, big boss baller broads got to pay like they way
Heezy cheesy, I do it the g-way
Do whatever 3 say, get paid on the freeway
No de-lay, don't stop it, 1999
Man these hoes sure be popping
I watch that game unfold over a matter of time
Cause if I get 25 she gone have to hold up for a dime
Like the ground you walk on, don't talk on my b*tches
Cause everything I done, she was my only witness
In this gangsta life, gangsta relationship
Blood is thicker than water baby I paid my b*tch
From head to toe, don't need to say no more
Cause when I'm gone now she gone bring home the payroll, to daddy

[Chorus - 2x]

[E.S.G.]
I got a real b*tch, I got a pop a pill b*tch
A sexy brown, put it down, to make a mill b*tch
I mean a fine b*tch, a top of the line b*tch
Won't drop no dime b*tch, down to do the time b*tch
I mean a thick b*tch, trying to get rich b*tch
That'd hit the interstate with two bricks b*tch
A all in b*tch, a top ten b*tch
A S class with the blue lens b*tch
I got a super star b*tch, a sipping bar b*tch
A third coast raised that'll take a n*gga charge b*tch
I got a baller b*tch, a shot caller b*tch
That'll pay for a young n*gga lawyer b*tch
You got a young hoe, I mean a dumb hoe
I got a post a million dollar f*cking bond hoe
A thick thigh b*tch, D.K.N.Y. b*tch
So when we get married don't ask a young n*gga why b*tch
[Chorus - 4x]

[E.S.G.]
We off the heezy, we off the heezy
And if she ain't a gangsta b*tch I don't need it - 4x

BIATCH, off the heezy, fa sheezy
E.S.Geezy, down in H-Tizzy bizzy baby
KnowI'mtalkingbout, platinum sizzold
For the 9-9 and the two tripple izzo
Ha ha, anybody my partner St. Clizzaire
KnowI'mtalkingbout, BIATCH