Gangsta In Me

I know sometimes that I can act a fool
I should stop right now, there's nothing left to prove
Oh, I try to dress it up and keep it classy
But I can't let that slick-talk shit get past me, oh
I like fancy cars and jewels, but don't get it confused
I'm so ghetto and rude, how I'm supposed to do better

They want me on my Mayweather
Know I get plenty blue cheddar
But I'ma keep it hood forever
I guess that's just the gangsta in me
I guess that's just the gangsta in me
I guess that's just the
Ridin' 'round with the top down
If I pull up on you bitches, know it's goin' down
It's just the gangsta in me

I can't change who I am, it is what it is, you get what you get
I'm never gon' switch, I'ma talk my shit
What you mad at me for? Always takin' shots like a free throw
Don't you know I live by the street code?
Fuck with me, my niggas pull up with that heat though
Hot girl, I'ma make 'em have a heat stroke
And I don't fuck with rules, so don't get it confused
I'm so ghetto and rude, I'm never gonna do better

They want me on my Mayweather
And I get plenty blue cheddar
But I'ma keep it hood forever
I guess that's just the gangsta in me
I guess that's just the gangsta in me
I guess that's just the
Ridin' 'round with the top down
If I pull up on you bitches, know it's goin' down
It's just the gangsta in me

I'm from the streets, don't even try
You already know how I ride
I guess it's just the Southside in me, oh
So don't tell me shit about the struggle
I got the goons in the back with the muscle
And you can run up on me, nigga, if you want to
You'll see, yeah

It's the gangsta in me, yeah (ooh, yeah)
I guess that's just the gangsta in me
I guess that's just the (just the gangsta)
Ridin' 'round with the top down
If I pull up on you bitches, know it's goin' down
It's just the gangsta in me