Ollie ollie, oxen free Like one, two, three Red light, green light, one, two, three Yo, I pop six boxes, play some scalezes, uh Pitch the ball, I'ma smack that **** Yeah, ohh, goin', goin' Yeah, yeah, what up son? Yo, I got this twenty two ***** play me like Nah, I ain't got no bullets Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Top two for five, three for five, we rollin' Now I'm in too deep Only sixteen already hold a name in the street Makin' the fifth scream, rockin' older ****** to sleep Make a fiend strip naked, 'cuz he owed for a week Now the Squad's gettin' recognized, supplyin' connects with pies Pumpin' pounds of weight, ***** like exercise Joe been over quarter five with **** and homicide Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna died Young and not givin' a **** There ain't a ***** I ain't hit when I buck and left 'em **** outta luck I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin' number spots Sendin' me to my room while he was puffin' pot Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what I sawStacks of money on the bed and the floor It wasn't long til' I did what he did I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived I went from grams into O's, pounds to bricks On the strip pimpin' hoes on some Goldie **** I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me I earned my spot, my whole team elected me Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta(Yeah, unh, yo, unh) Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again She started out ****in' dudes that resembled her father Mom knew shoulda schooled her, but the ***** didn't bother You couldn't blame her 'cuz she got it from her She was a rider from jump, her pop's died in the hands of a chump Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's little girl Now she's rockin' bandanas, no more Shirley Temple girl Now she be runnin' wit some scramblers that be down in AlabamaPackin' twin hammers, screamin', "Life doesn't matter" It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretendin' to like you Thinkin' you gettin' head, but she's just duckin' so they can snipe you Movin' from state to state, runnin' everythin' from guns to trains And pushin' packs from eight to eight You know I can't say her name, but she was a looker Pretty thin', such a shame how this life has took her Now she's raisin' Hell in the cell, no more his are hollerin' You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the followin' Sell drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix End up locked up or dead in a casket, that's it Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta
Ollie ollie, oxen free Like one, two, three Red light, green light, one, two, three Yo, I pop six boxes, play some scalezes, uh Pitch the ball, I'ma smack that **** Yeah, ohh, goin', goin' Yeah, yeah, what up son? Yo, I got this twenty two ***** play me like Nah, I ain't got no bullets Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Top two for five, three for five, we rollin' Now I'm in too deep Only sixteen already hold a name in the street Makin' the fifth scream, rockin' older ****** to sleep Make a fiend strip naked, 'cuz he owed for a week Now the Squad's gettin' recognized, supplyin' connects with pies Pumpin' pounds of weight, ***** like exercise Joe been over quarter five with **** and homicide Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna died Young and not givin' a **** There ain't a ***** I ain't hit when I buck and left 'em **** outta luck I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin' number spots Sendin' me to my room while he was puffin' pot Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what I sawStacks of money on the bed and the floor It wasn't long til' I did what he did I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived I went from grams into O's, pounds to bricks On the strip pimpin' hoes on some Goldie **** I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me I earned my spot, my whole team elected me Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta(Yeah, unh, yo, unh) Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again She started out ****in' dudes that resembled her father Mom knew shoulda schooled her, but the ***** didn't bother You couldn't blame her 'cuz she got it from her She was a rider from jump, her pop's died in the hands of a chump Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's little girl Now she's rockin' bandanas, no more Shirley Temple girl Now she be runnin' wit some scramblers that be down in AlabamaPackin' twin hammers, screamin', "Life doesn't matter" It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretendin' to like you Thinkin' you gettin' head, but she's just duckin' so they can snipe you Movin' from state to state, runnin' everythin' from guns to trains And pushin' packs from eight to eight You know I can't say her name, but she was a looker Pretty thin', such a shame how this life has took her Now she's raisin' Hell in the cell, no more his are hollerin' You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the followin' Sell drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix End up locked up or dead in a casket, that's it Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta Gangsta, gangsta I wanna be a gangsta My daddy was a gangsta
