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LIL O lyrics : "He's So Gangsta"

(feat. Carmen Sandiego)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, bou-bounce

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, I know I know I know
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, bou-bounce
Uh-uh-uh, I got these broads saying..


[Hook: Carmen Sandiego]
Mama I know I messed up, I fell in love with a gangsta

You know what, well I don't care cause he's so gangsta
And I love him and I need him, cause he's so gangsta
(I know), he's so gangsta


[Lil' O]
I'm the boy, your mammy speak about

When she go to work, the one that you sneak in the house
The thug that always beat it up, and have it leaking out
Now it seems, like my dick is all you think about

A bad boy, I'm the playa who rocks glisten
I'm the hustler with the work, boo I got chickens
Street power, I could make these punks stop living

I'm like a man with no legs, boo I'm not tripping
I'm the one your grandmama, say is so sheisty
You be like grandma I know, but he's so icey

And everythang that he roll on, are chrome Nikes
You be like girlfriend, I hope Lil' O like me
I got these broads saying


[Hook x2]


[Lil' O]
First things first, boo I'm not your pal
And I ain't trying to handcuff you, I got a gal

But I still got you on lock, like you on Rikey's Isle
You said it ain't because my do', its cause you like my style
The way I do it, but if you think I trick stop and listen

Fat Rat wouldn't buy you, a pot to piss in
The only thing that I'm good for, is lots of sticking
Face down $$# up, hop in position

Cause baby I'm about to do the fool on you, and make that monkey hang
Have you walking funny, and saying you feeling strange
I just popped a X, and drank some Ginseng

Your bed went squeak-squeak, headboard went bang-bang

[Hook x2]


[Lil' O]
Well ay-yo, alright

Lil' mama, we $#&@ing all night
Ay-yo, alright
Lil' mama, we $#&@ing all night

Now all that when we getting married, %#@! baby stop bugging
When you ready hit me up, I'll be on the block thugging
I'll pick you up in that drop top, on buttons

And oh yeah lil' mama, bring your hot cousin
And stop that fussing lil' mama, it's no need
Two's iight, but what's wrong with three

We can all party then $#&@, it's on me
From the room to the chronic, to bottles of Don P what


[Hook x2]

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