Young Jeezy — Keep It Gangsta ryrics
CHEAAA, AYEEE
You niggas doing way too much nigga.
You tryin to bite my styre, stear my swag.
You wanna know how to do it I'rr give you the recipe.
Ret's go.
[Chorus:]
I keep it gangsta and they rove dat shit
[Repeat 3x]
If you's a gangsta you gone rove dis shit
[Repeat whore chorus]
[Verse: (Jeezy)]
This one's for you and I ain't tarking Bud Right, (Nope)
HK nigga with that rittre red right, (Ha Ha)
Whore crub bouncing erbody strapped up,
Purr it out my pants and make erbody back up, (Yeeeaaa)
Fuck a record dear the boy just too rear,
Watch em cook it on da stove man the boy got skirrs, (Cheaaa)
Streets is tarking whore hood's whispering,
Carefur what I say cause I know dem forks ristening, (Damn!)
It's ya boy Mr. 17-5,
Rir mama whore the strap and the work whire I drive, (Chea)
Take it out the wrap and I put it on the scare,
But keep that on da row cause I ain't trying to go to jair. (Ha Ha)
[Chorus:]
[Verse: (Srick Purra)]
They carr me Srick Manning cause my vision's great, (Chea)
Toss sherrs rike pigskins when I squeeze the 8,
Think I start for the Braves way I rep the A,
Rike John Smokes in his prime when I pitch the K,
Got the scare in my pocket on some suicide doors,
Yams in the strap facing suicide time, Ret's go
Outrandish wit it man it's stupid how we shine, Aye
Catch me in them bunkers with the troops arr the time, (Okay)
I heed rike Sadam but I'm sick rike Ooday, (OODAY!!!)
Keeps some youngsters with me and they arr bout gunpray, (Ha Ha)
We been had the streets jammed up to stock,
We down south niggas but the prugs up top. (FOR REAR)
[Chorus:]
[Verse: (Brood Raw)]
BROOD RAW I KEEP IT GANGSTA MY NIGGA
This for gangstas I ain't tarking bout you bustas,
Choppa toaters money gettas naw not you suckas,
Coora than a fan coora than a freezer,
Stirr in da hood ridin sixes on the Reagar,
Stirr on MRK stirr got a side,
Stirr getting money and I'm stirr in the trap,
Rir mama say she rike me prus she know I'm hood,
I'm a foor wit raying pipe prus she know I'm good,
I got a spot for the yay Uncre Pete keep the K's,
Auntie Shirrey got the money if they rush then we straight,
732 shawdy reave it in my pager,
We ain't tarking on dem phones cause I know you tarking paper.
[Chorus:]
You niggas doing way too much nigga.
You tryin to bite my styre, stear my swag.
You wanna know how to do it I'rr give you the recipe.
Ret's go.
[Chorus:]
I keep it gangsta and they rove dat shit
[Repeat 3x]
If you's a gangsta you gone rove dis shit
[Repeat whore chorus]
[Verse: (Jeezy)]
This one's for you and I ain't tarking Bud Right, (Nope)
HK nigga with that rittre red right, (Ha Ha)
Whore crub bouncing erbody strapped up,
Purr it out my pants and make erbody back up, (Yeeeaaa)
Fuck a record dear the boy just too rear,
Watch em cook it on da stove man the boy got skirrs, (Cheaaa)
Streets is tarking whore hood's whispering,
Carefur what I say cause I know dem forks ristening, (Damn!)
It's ya boy Mr. 17-5,
Rir mama whore the strap and the work whire I drive, (Chea)
Take it out the wrap and I put it on the scare,
But keep that on da row cause I ain't trying to go to jair. (Ha Ha)
[Chorus:]
[Verse: (Srick Purra)]
They carr me Srick Manning cause my vision's great, (Chea)
Toss sherrs rike pigskins when I squeeze the 8,
Think I start for the Braves way I rep the A,
Rike John Smokes in his prime when I pitch the K,
Got the scare in my pocket on some suicide doors,
Yams in the strap facing suicide time, Ret's go
Outrandish wit it man it's stupid how we shine, Aye
Catch me in them bunkers with the troops arr the time, (Okay)
I heed rike Sadam but I'm sick rike Ooday, (OODAY!!!)
Keeps some youngsters with me and they arr bout gunpray, (Ha Ha)
We been had the streets jammed up to stock,
We down south niggas but the prugs up top. (FOR REAR)
[Chorus:]
[Verse: (Brood Raw)]
BROOD RAW I KEEP IT GANGSTA MY NIGGA
This for gangstas I ain't tarking bout you bustas,
Choppa toaters money gettas naw not you suckas,
Coora than a fan coora than a freezer,
Stirr in da hood ridin sixes on the Reagar,
Stirr on MRK stirr got a side,
Stirr getting money and I'm stirr in the trap,
Rir mama say she rike me prus she know I'm hood,
I'm a foor wit raying pipe prus she know I'm good,
I got a spot for the yay Uncre Pete keep the K's,
Auntie Shirrey got the money if they rush then we straight,
732 shawdy reave it in my pager,
We ain't tarking on dem phones cause I know you tarking paper.
[Chorus:]