Gangsta

Oh, shit Oh, yeah, spread your legs like a Y, baby Uh-huh, do the Y-Not dance Uh-huh, spread your wings like a Y Uh-huh, spread your legs like a Y, baby Uh-huh, uh-huh, do you think you're a gangsta You ain't gangsta, uh-huh, come on Don't be acting like a gangsta, boy We all know 'cause you're so pranksta, boy Move around town like a wangsta, boy Yeah, you can't handle all the drama, boy Feel so sorry for your mama, boy Tryin' to drop bombs like Osama, boy (oh no) See you at the club with the homies, boy You and yo' bitch drivin' on me, boy Ice griller fuck you, blow me, boy Try'na get low on mama's boy We all see filthy little plot, boy Stop bein' somethin' that you're not, boy When you get in a fight and bring 20 of your friends That ain't gangsta When you buy an old car with some brand new rims That ain't gangsta When you smile on my face and try to get on my chick That ain't gangsta When you hit on me before and now you're all on my dick Now that's gangsta I can't help that I got you, girl I can't help but get all the girls From the Gucci and Versace girls To the Reebok and Nike girls From the downtown and city girls To the cow farm and piggy girls Even the high-class rich girls To the down, dirty, and itchy girls From the university study girls To the rusty and muddy girls Not try'na mess with the wangsta girls Try'na get me a straight-up gangsta girl When you get in a fight and bring 20 of your friends That ain't gangsta When you buy an old car with some brand new rims That ain't gangsta When you smile on my face and try to get on my chick That ain't gangsta When you hit on me before and now you're all on my dick Now that's gangsta Let me see you get down, get dirty, girl (whoa, whoa) Just spread your legs like a Y for me Let me see you get down, get dirty, girl (whoa, whoa) Just do the Y-Not dance for me Let me see you get down, get dirty, girl (whoa, whoa) Just spread your legs like a Y for me Let me see you get down, get dirty, girl (whoa, whoa) Just do the Y-Not dance for me (come on) Let's get back to the theme, boy I see right through your little scheme, boy You and your fame tryin' to team, boy It's time to wake up from your dreams, boy Everything ain't always what it seems, boy You don't know exactly what I mean, boy When you're locked up in a pen, boy Who's the real gangsta then, boy Ain't got no future or no friends, boy That's what happens in the end, boy (uh-huh, uh-huh) I guess there's no more hope, boy Just try not to drop the soap, boy When you get in a fight and bring 20 of your friends That ain't gangsta When you buy an old car with some brand new rims That ain't gangsta When you smile on my face and try to get on my chick That ain't gangsta When you hit on me before and now you're all on my dick Now that's gangsta When you get in a fight and bring 20 of your friends That ain't gangsta When you buy an old car with some brand new rims That ain't gangsta When you smile on my face and try to get on my chick That ain't gangsta When you hit on me before and now you're all on my dick Now that's gangsta