Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Girl my love's gonna last, just as long as my high Yeah, I like to dedicate this record right here to my main man Johnny Cash, a real American gangster I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the

If you have to ask You'll never know Funky motherfuckers Will not be told to go A want to be gangster Thinkin' he's a wise guy Rob another bank He's a sock 'em in the eye guy

I need a gangsta To love me better Than all the others do To always forgive me Ride or die with me That's just what gangsters do I'm fucked up, I'm black and blue I'm built for it, all the abuse I got secrets, that nobody, nobody knows

Suena el bajo Suena el bajo, pa La que conmigo es a fuego Loca con el rebuleo Mi gata gangster, sin miedo Y campea por lo de ella porque sabe que la velo (Los Homerunners) (Don, Don!)

Straight outta Southside Crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million doller bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangster But really ain't tho I'ma stormy night, you a rainbow I'ma G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro

Diamonds in the back, sunroof top, diggin' the scene With the gangster lean, oh, oh, oh Though you may not drive a big big Cadillac Gangster whitewalls, TV antenna in the back You may not have a car at all But just remember brothers and sisters You can

Everybody wanna be a gangster (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) 'Til it's time to do gangster shit You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy Shit just got real up in this bitch (Shit just got real) (Yeah- Put up or shut up) (Put up or shut up)

Can you save my heavy dirty soul? Can you save Can you save my For me, for me, oh Gangsters don't cry Therefore, therefore I'm Mr. Misty-eye, therefore I'm Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit Can you save my, save my

You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas, you pimps (Aha) (You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps) Gangster, gangster, gangster Don't make me Bring out the other side in me So I hear you think you gangster I heard you wanna be You gangstas, you

Whippin' Excursion I've gotta pick up that person In the trap house, whipping that work and You're not a gangster, you're just an internet version Whippin' that wurzel You know me, I've got the littlest circle Mrs in the crib, you know I'm keeping that