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Letra : Straight Gangstaism (Radio)
Yeah
I take y'all way back
Seven years old, I'm lookin up to the gangsters 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 playing the cop wasn't a lick
And if you played the cop, fool, you got dealt with
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangster style
The way they talk, the way they walk, the way they act
The way they wore that gangster hat
Tilted, brim laid flat out
Now that's what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, cigarette in one hand, drink in the other
Leanin' to one side, cooler than a mother
With them old school nicknames
Gillie Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Goldie, and Lil Lane
Yeah, true mack daddies
Got his girl on his side, drivin' a '73 Caddy
With a chrome-plated .357
Ready to send you climbing on a stairwell 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 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 gangsterism
I take y'all way back
Seven years old, I'm lookin up to the gangsters 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 playing the cop wasn't a lick
And if you played the cop, fool, you got dealt with
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangster style
The way they talk, the way they walk, the way they act
The way they wore that gangster hat
Tilted, brim laid flat out
Now that's what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, cigarette in one hand, drink in the other
Leanin' to one side, cooler than a mother
With them old school nicknames
Gillie Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Goldie, and Lil Lane
Yeah, true mack daddies
Got his girl on his side, drivin' a '73 Caddy
With a chrome-plated .357
Ready to send you climbing on a stairwell 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 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 gangsterism
