Straight Gangstaism

Yeah

I take y'all way back

7 years old, I'm lookin' up to da gangstas in da hood

'Cause to me and my cousins, yeah

They represented good

Even when we played cops and robbers on the block

Nobody wanted to play the cop, dig it

'Cause the cop was a pussy-ass bitch

And if you played the cop, **** you got yo' ass kicked

I was a curious child

I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style

The way they talk, the way they walk, the way they act

The way they wore dat gangsta hat

Tilted, rim laid flat out

Now dat's the type of shit I'm talkin' about

Yeah, cigarette in one hand, drink in the other

Leanin' to one side, cooler than a mothafucka

With them gangsta ass nicknames

Gillie Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Goldie, and Lil Lane

True mothafuckin' mack daddies

Bitch on his side, drivin a '73 Caddy

Wid a chrome-plated 3-5-7

Ready to send a mothafucka on a stairway to Heaven

I was fascinated, yeah

I let 'em influence me and my momma hate it

But she still gave me love

'Cause my momma understood dat it was in my blood

See, it was a cycle

And in a few mo' years she wouldn't have to worry about her Michael

'Cause I'll be makin' my own decisions, yeah

Comin' up fast, clockin' cash, straight gangstaism

Yeah (Ooh)

On, an' on, an' on, an' on, an' on

Yeah (Ooh)

Break it down

Ugh, like dat

Like dat, yeah

Now it's '93

I got a name for myself

Made a little wealth

Played the cards I was dealt

Didn't go for self, now I'm a G, huh

And every mothafuckin' body know me

**** in the hood all got love

'Cause they saw me raise up from a mothafuckin' scrub

And hoes that I know

From way back befo'

They used to say no

All wanna go

To da hotel

'Cause they claim that they interested

And everybody talkin' about the shit that they wish they did

But I surpassed all that

They used to wanna know if I was down, now they don't ask all that

'Cause they believin' what they seein'

A young **** comin up fast

Yeah, straight G

Ugh, yeah

On, an' on, an' on, yeah

(Ooh-ooh)

Like dat yo

Sittin' back as a youngster

Peepin' out my folks

Some were straight G's and some went out smokin' dope

I had to cope with it, be a man and stay strong

Even though some folks didn't think that I'd live long

I watched grandpa shoot dice at the liquor store

Hittin' licks in the dough

On Ju Man and Big Joe

Walkin' out the do' wid a gallon a Jack

Sellin' straight Sensi buds

'Cause back then there wasn't no crack

And matter fact, to this day

I'm doin' shit like grandpa in every way

I got my hustle on

Look, I ain't frontin'

Just a young **** in this world tryna have somethin', yeah

That's the environment I know

That's how I was raised and that's how I'ma go

I dont know, will ever be a cell mate?

But I do know I'm never goin' straight

Ganstaism

Yeah, really doe

3-2 in the mothafuckin' house doe

Down wit' the mothafuckin' G-B

And y'all gonna hear the original Big Baby, really doe

And the mothafuckin' 9 to the tray-deuce

I know you heard dat Big Baby, yeah

We got Seag in da mothafuckin' house doe from Oakland (Yeah)

We got Big Mike, yeah

Fatty Hatty, yeah

We got Big Chief and LeJay, really doe

Say Big Baby, look at my deed

You fuckin' bitch

Really doe

Bido in the mothafuckin' house, yeah

**** face evil

Really doe

They can't fade this soft shit thou

Uh, they can't fade it thou

I'm outta this beeyatch