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you trying to be a gangsta - lloyd banks lyrics

(feat. dj whoo kid)

[intro: {dj whoo kid}]
{come on!}
p-ss that blunt!
{lloyd bank$!… what?}

[chorus:]
ya jumpin’ outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
but ya really a b-tch -ss n-gg-, ain’t ya?
keep talkin’ and i’m a let the 40 spray paint ya,
everybody knows you’re a w-nksta… {“mo money… in the bank”!}

ya jumpin’ outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
but ya really a b-tch -ss n-gg-, ain’t ya?
keep talkin’ and i’m a let the 40 spray paint ya,
everybody knows {god-…} you’re a w-nksta… {d-mn!}

[verse 1:]
you want stripes put on a foot locker uniform, (yeah!)
i’ll f-ck around and put a lump on yo’ forehead – you’ll look like a unicorn. {whoooo!}
i never slip whether flip flops or shoes is on,
fame’ll make a b-tch smile, strip, drop and lose her thong. {whoooooo!}
they ain’t attracted to you, you trying to floss in yo’ platinum fubu,
yo’ sh-ts weak and ya tracks are do-do. (haha!)
i got a lung like a chimney (uh!) – the old heads dig me, (uh!)
i’ll put a hungry head in ya kidney. {whooooooo!}
my uncle smokin’ dat ooo weee! i tell him chill
but instead he trippin’ [2 gun c-cks] – blinkin’ his eyes more than eddie griffin. (yeah!)
these n-gg-s petty snitchin – ’til we see ’em,
leavin’ da crime scene with’ a whole lot of spaghetti missin’! (whao!)
we to hot to ignore us, [shot] the b-tches adore us,
they chew a n-gg- up on da tour bus. {get back!}
go home and kiss you (uh-huh!) – hug you squeeze you, (uh-huh!)
the whole time you thinkin’ it’s, cause you diesel! (yeah!)

[chorus:]
ya jumpin’ outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
but ya really a b-tch -ss n-gg-, ain’t ya? {pick this record!}
keep talkin’ and i’m a let the 40 spray paint ya, {wh-ssup?}
everybody knows you’re a w-nksta…

ya jumpin’ outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
but ya really a b-tch -ss n-gg-, ain’t ya? [shot]
keep talkin’ and i’m a let the 40 spray paint ya, {don robinson… }
everybody knows you’re a w-nksta… [shot] {what?} [scratches] {come on! }

[verse 2:]
these n-gg-z want me wet like a grimlin’, shakin’ da timlin’,
when i’m around, b-tches start shakin’ and tremblin’. (uh-huh!)
i like ’em puerto rican, jamacian, and indian,
trinidadian, dominican, or sinican! {whooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
you won’t believe what i’m swimmin’ in, [shot]
i smoke my dro fresh outta da grinder – and it look like a cinamon. (yeah!)
i can do da job betta, (uh-huh!)
these n-gg-z ridin’ ’round crushed up in a coop – likin’ tighter than a bob sleder.
you a actor! – better yet a actress!
start beef, and do a video pumpin’ ya black fist. (yeah!)
dog, i’m not like a lot of heads,
trust me! i’ll put a switchblade in yo’ [shot] nostrol like radamez. {d-mn!}
and at the time a ladies man.
icey watch! – navy band! play me blam! {whoooooo! }
my records should be 80 grand,
ain’t a team out that can do it da way we can! – n-gg-! (yeah!) {what?}

[chorus:]
ya jumpin’ outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
but ya really a b-tch -ss n-gg-, ain’t ya? [shot]
keep talkin’ and i’m a let the 40 spray paint ya, {g-unit records!}
everybody knows you’re a w-nksta… {what?}

ya jumpin’ outta character, trying to be a gangsta! (uh-huh!)
but ya really a b-tch -ss n-gg-, ain’t ya?
keep talkin’ and i’m a let the 40 spray paint ya,
everybody knows you’re a w-nksta…

[outro:]
{hate hot! }
yeah!
you b-tch–ss n-gg-!
y’all n-gg-s broke! {lick!}
and i’m gettin’ better! and better… {jessie!} and better… and better!
it gotta hurt man…
g-unit! {what?} [shot] [beat stops]

- lloyd banks lyrics

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