Songtext So gangsta The Diplomats

So gangsta

[Chorus-Some Voice] (2x)
Rock and Roll gangsta (Rock and Roll gangsta)
(Rock and Roll gangsta) Rock and Roll gangsta
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Rock and Roll

[Verse 1-
Jha Jha]
Now look, I Jha Jha pimps all the big boys
Big momma, whips all the big toys
In the major league, doing major things
Drop top, 4-6 in that gangsta lean
Dipset's queen, all you bitches bow to me
In the hood, they bring them red carpets out for me
No really, they bring them red carpets out for me
Red bannas, bandanas, you know what that 5 mean
I got Killa, Capo, and er'one else co-signing me
She on fire, no way in hell she out-shining me
I spit fire, take you to hell on the 16th
That's hot shorty, don't dare go against me
They say what we doing, fiendin' go down in history
This is a movement, all of our movers follow intentively
I take ya seven dollars, and sell a million independently
Make 'em out for this industry, gettin more than what was meant to be

[Chorus] (3x)

[Verse 2-
Jha Jha]
Now these 34D's known to make a nigga flip
Hypnotized by the thighs, and the swivel in the hips
Seen this beauty on the rise, I gave 'em a lil whif
He aint even go inside, just gave 'em a lil whif
Now he head over heels, paying all the bills
Hoe stop calling, he don't tell 'em where he live
Say that I'm the difference from hittin' the cheap thrill
Time to stop giving, cuz this is the real deal
Sike, already found the love of my life
But we could chill in the heels, for another night
Prada boots, and lenin, the envy of all women
All shopping sprees is sponsered by men, and
Now picture me, going dutch on a date
Only time that I'm buying for niggas, is birthdays
I got my own dough, but I'll spend yours first
This Louis just for show, I aint going in that purse

[Chorus] (3x)

(Voice over during chorus-
Un Kasa)
Uhn...Uhn...Thats how you feel...Okay
Jha Jha, I see you baby...Kasa
Uhn...Uhn...Kasa

[Verse 3-
Un Kasa]
You remind of a patty song, called \"Gangsta Bitch\"
You my down ass gangsta chick, I got my hands on ya waist and hips
Just for fun, we could take a trip to somewhere tropical
Just to get on top of you, Sandra Pe or Malibu
Baby I wanna marry you, prolly cop you the Cadi coupe
Treat you just like your Daddy do, for your heart or your gratitude
No need to get an attitude, I'm just try'na lather you
Have fun and last with you
Uhn, the way you walk and you smile
Yo baby, I feel ya walk and ya style
The way you walk through the town, can I come
I aint walking around, I'm used to riding around in Porshes and Prows
Can you please be my bubble and brown
I will lick you up, and rub you down
I will treat you right and lay you down
I will take you out, and take you around, ma

[Chorus] (Fade out)