10/08/06 I'm tired of these 'gangstas' who pose on the cover of Teen magazine or star in Disney movies... This track would describe Diz if he was a G.
The illest music you'll ever hear.
Lyrics
Verse I:
If I was a gangsta, this is how I’d lean
6-4 Impala, rims so clean
Turn every head as I roll through the scene
Even when I stop, dubs still spinning so mean
Every time I smile, you can see the gleam
Got that platinum grill with the diamonds in between
Hand by my belt and you know what it mean
I’m laying anybody down who got beef with my team
I’m decked out, black hoodies black trucks
Hearing bass from the next state? “Yea, that’s us!”
Now I’m rolling through your city with the weight of a bus
20 deep, stepping to the club, is a must
I clap twice, and everybody bouncing
Before I gotta turn this place upside down-son
9’s and AK’s for the whole crew
Got the heat, so believe we got the vests on too
Chorus:
If I was a gangsta, I’d be too sick
To be dancing in the club with some high school chick
If I was a gangsta, I’d be too mean
To be posing on a cover of a pop magazine
If I was a gangsta, I wouldn’t wanna brag
How I sold things at school out of my lunch bag
If I was a gangsta, I wouldn’t be you
Cause you claim a lot of things, but none of it’s true
Verse II:
Ooohhh, you’d never see it coming
A ten year old cooking, but not with the oven
Using code words like, “You got them fresh muffins?”
Then around dinnertime like, “You got that turkey stuffing?”
Please, you ain’t never seen trees
In a forest that be sprouting out more leaves
Please, ain’t never seen more keys
Working 24/7 at that D.M.V.
Man eeeeeasy, try and take a joke
Drink with my meal is the only time I use coke
But if I was a gangsta, well you never know
I might be on the corner slinging that yooooooo…
But check it, I’d have my feet stable
Building my empire up like legos
Thugs by my side, police on the payroll,
And playboy live on the black box cable
Chorus
Verse III:
Oooohh, I’d pimp on the daily
Dress to impress, but still act shady
Everyday a new suit with a new lady
Backhand strong if a chick don’t pay me
Roll into Jacob’s, cop some new bling
Whip the cash out, yelling out, money ain’t a thing
Tims on the feet with the fitted on the dome
Limo outside and got the label on the phone
Let’s take it back home, take a look around
Never been a gangsta and don’t plan to start now
It’s just Diz, just that wild kid, who flips your lid
Off the charts and off the grid
Never been a G, but as most will see
I’m living by my motto: I stay crazy
But if I was a thug, this is how I’d lean
I’d be the biggest gangsta the world has ever seen!
Chorus
