Straight Gangstaism

Yeah
I take y'all way back

Seven years old, I'm lookin up to the gangstas in the 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, nigga, 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 that gangsta hat
Tilted, rim laid flat out
Now that'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 motherfucker
With them gangsta-ass nicknames
Gillie Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Goldie, and Lil Lane
True motherfuckin' mack daddies
Bitch on his side, drivin a '73 Caddy
With a chrome-plated .357
Ready to send a motherfucker on a stairway to heaven
I was fascinated
Yeah, I let 'em influence me, and my momma hated it
But she still gave me love
Cause my momma understood that 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
On and on, and on, and on, and on
Yeah
Break it down
Huh
Like that
Like that
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 motherfuckin body know me
Niggas in the hood all got love
Cause they saw me raise up from a motherfuckin' scrub
And hoes that I know
From way back befo'
They used to say no
All wanna go
To the 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 nigga comin' up fast, yeah, straight G

Huh
Yeah
On and on, and on
Yeah
Huh
Like that
Took 'em way back

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 liquo' sto'
Hittin' licks in the dough on Ju Man and Big Joe
Walkin' out the do' with a gallon of Jack
Sellin' straight sens 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, loc, I ain't frontin'
Just a young nigga in this world tryina have somethin'
Yeah, that's the environment I know
That's how I was raised and that's how Imma go
I don't know
Will I ever be a cell mate?
But I do know I'm never goin' straight
Ganstarism

Yeah, really tho'
3-2 in the motherfuckin' house still
Down with the motherfuckin' GP
And y'all gon' hear the original Big Baby, really tho'
And the motherfuckin' 9 to the trey deuce!
I know you heard that big baby, yeah
We got Seag in the motherfuckin' house tho' from Oakland, yeah
We got Big Mike yeeah
Fattey Hattey yeeah
We got Big Chief and LeJay, really tho'
Say big baby, look at my d
You fuckin' bitch!
Really tho'
Bido in the muthafuckin' house, yeah
Nigga face evil, really tho'
They can't fade this soft shit tho'
Uh the they can't fade it tho'
I'm outta this beeyatch!