Too Short - Call It Gangster Lyrics
[Featuring: Dolla Will, Petey Pablo][Petey Pablo:]I was so glad, when they said unto meLet us go into the house, of the gangsters[Chorus: Petey Pablo]If you don't call this gangster, I don't know what a gangster isIf you don't call this gangster, you don't know what gangster isSaid it's one thing to be real, but real ain't all a gangster isIf you don't call this gangster, you don't know what gangster isI know[Petey Pablo:]I was so glad...I only smoke with the folks that came in when I came inI don't smoke with *****es cause I don't know where they mouth beenDawg I'm a celebrity, I got fans, I don't need friendsI don't need security, cause they ain't checked me when I came inAll that you impressed with, is what I already didThe life you choose to emulate, that's the life I liveDream house, dream car, quarter past thatThat money that you makin, was my champagne tabDawg, that's yo' girl? Be cool, relaxI just need her tonight, call the phone, you can get her backYou gon' ball then ball, you gon' mack then mackYour mouth sayin one thang, but your action don't say thatYou told me all aboutcha, and I ain't even askedLook at ya, nervous, jittery, can't stare me in the eyes can ya?Real recognize real, you can't deceive a gangsterShort Dawg, Petey Pab', what was y'all thankin?[Chorus][Too $hort:]I know you wanna live the good lifeNew car, new house, what it look like?You'll never see it, tryin to be somethin that you're notYou runnin to the car cause you don't wanna get shotBut at the bar you was hardAin't even no straps in your car, you better call the lawThey got guns, you got a cell phoneDo some gangster shit, and get the hell on... You talked all that shitBut a bunch of ass-whuppins, that's all y'all getActin tough in the clubYou found out you was *****in with some thugs; put them hands on yaSo fast you ain't know what happenedOutside seen 'em ridin in a fo' do' cabinTryin to kill you, this shit is real foolYou won't survive in the streets if you don't know the rules[Chorus][Dolla Will:]Uhh; Black Continental, suicide goldsGators hit the flo', I ain't payin at the do'While you fly outside, waitin for the guest listAnd to get frisked, it's niggaz like me creepin with heatThat'll burn ya crispI'm at some work, you would open your mouth to kissWhy you at the bar, roused off Cris'No longer courageless, grabbin hoes by the wristChose one, mix wasn't hit, so you wet her clothesAnd said ***** - put it on thick, like Lonzo in "Training Day"Not knowin she with a clique, that's aimin at your faceSoon as they get word, hope your friends don't desertAnd valet got your Benz parked next to the curbYou ain't a gangster, L7Quick to bail out, like a nigga in jail stressinA lesson to be learnt, bout what a gangster isNot only do we roll deep, so do a gangsteress[Chorus]
