I Got That - Chris Ward

I got that gangsta shit, cause I’m a gangsta biiiitch

I got that playa shit, cause I’m a playa biiiitch…

I don’t rehearse a lot, and I don’t curse a lot

Whenever I lay some’ing down, my verse is hot

It’s like when I’m under pressure, the worst come out

Yeah just like that, the worst come out

I grind everynight, whether it’s the first or not

Knock boys out like a 4−4, bursting shots

Well go 'head, call the surgeons and the nurses out

Oops my bad, the paw bearers and hearses out

I got that gangsta shit, cause I’m a gangsta biiiitch

I got that thuggish flow, cause I’m thuggish hoe

I got that playa shit, cause I’m a playa biiiitch

I got that hustler flow, cause I’m a hustler ya know

You see I rap, like it’s Christmas time

Shine harder than your neighborhood nigga, during Christmas time

You hear a flow, that’s a Chris design

I got 'em rushing to the sto', like J’s half off at Finish Line

The rhyme rhythm is ratical, I make a mack fanatical

Me and my mathematicals, are so damn compatible

Everything that comes to my hands, got a price on it

Whether it’s a 4 or a zone, with a touch of spice on it

The Coupe look nice don’t it, when I’m hogging the lane

Like a tour bus, trying to flood the city with pure dust

Balling symptom so sick, they can’t possibly cure us

Next year it’s M-S fashion, Belour crush

So shhhhhh, keep that on the hush

Cause I think I just told y’all, a little too much

My lyrical lectures, are so infectious

Blend in like mega-plectures, with all the extras

My jewelry light up the night, like bicycle reflectors

That’s why hoes call and harass me, like bill collectors

So please believe, believe me please

I be on the block from dust to dawn, like I got all-nighters disease

See I’m a gangsta, full time playa

Big balling, all about my paper

See most girls that come to my shows, stand in line

Whether they love me, or they just some fan of mine

They all be like, Whodie how can we be down

I be like, you already are cause damn you so fine

Most hoes that say they know me, really get to know me

Once they know that I’m gone, get it nigga they know me

(*talking*)

You don’t get it do you, ya heard me nigga they know

I got that playa shit, cause I’m a playa bitch