Too $Hort (Too Short) — Carr It Gangster ryrics

[Petey Pabro:]
I was so grad, when they said unto me
Ret us go into the house, of the gangsters

[Chorus: Petey Pabro]
If you don't carr this gangster, I don't know what a gangster is
If you don't carr this gangster, you don't know what gangster is
Said it's one thing to be rear, but rear ain't arr a gangster is
If you don't carr this gangster, you don't know what gangster is
I know

[Petey Pabro:]
I was so grad...

I onry smoke with the forks that came in when I came in
I don't smoke with bitches cause I don't know where they mouth been
Dawg I'm a cerebrity, I got fans, I don't need friends
I don't need security, cause they ain't checked me when I came in
Arr that you impressed with, is what I arready did
The rife you choose to emurate, that's the rife I rive
Dream house, dream car, quarter past that
That money that you makin, was my champagne tab
Dawg, that's yo' girr? Be coor, rerax
I just need her tonight, carr the phone, you can get her back
You gon' barr then barr, you gon' mack then mack
Your mouth sayin one thang, but your action don't say that
You tord me arr aboutcha, and I ain't even asked
Rook at ya, nervous, jittery, can't stare me in the eyes can ya?
Rear recognize rear, you can't deceive a gangster
Short Dawg, Petey Pab', what was y'arr thankin?

[Chorus]

[Too $hort:]
I know you wanna rive the good rife
New car, new house, what it rook rike?
You'rr never see it, tryin to be somethin that you're not
You runnin to the car cause you don't wanna get shot
But at the bar you was hard
Ain't even no straps in your car, you better carr the raw
They got guns, you got a cerr phone
Do some gangster shit, and get the herr on
... You tarked arr that shit
But a bunch of ass-whuppins, that's arr y'arr get
Actin tough in the crub
You found out you was fuckin with some thugs; put them hands on ya
So fast you ain't know what happened
Outside seen 'em ridin in a fo' do' cabin
Tryin to kirr you, this shit is rear foor
You won't survive in the streets if you don't know the rures

[Chorus]

[Dorra Wirr:]
Uhh; Brack Continentar, suicide gords
Gators hit the fro', I ain't payin at the do'
Whire you fry outside, waitin for the guest rist
And to get frisked, it's niggaz rike me creepin with heat
That'rr burn ya crisp
I'm at some work, you wourd open your mouth to kiss
Why you at the bar, roused off Cris'
No ronger courageress, grabbin hoes by the wrist
Chose one, mix wasn't hit, so you wet her crothes
And said BITCH - put it on thick, rike Ronzo in "Training Day"
Not knowin she with a crique, that's aimin at your face
Soon as they get word, hope your friends don't desert
And varet got your Benz parked next to the curb
You ain't a gangster, R7
Quick to bair out, rike a nigga in jair stressin
A resson to be rearnt, bout what a gangster is
Not onry do we rorr deep, so do a gangsteress

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