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Damn
It Feels Good
To Be A Gangster
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta. A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right. A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth, Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights And niggas always gotta high cap, Showin' all his boys how he shot em. But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts, Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em. And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta, Cuz gangsta-ass niggas think deep. Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7 Cuz real gangsta ass niggas don't sleep.
And all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin', pussy-eatin' prankstas. Cuz when the fire dies down what the fuck you gonna do? Damn it feels good to be a gangsta!
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta. Feedin' the poor and helpin out wit they bills. Although I was born in Jamaica, Now I'm in the US makin' deals. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta. I mean one that you don't really know. Ridin' around town in a drop-top Benz, Hittin' switches in my black six-fo'. Now gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors. Some got killed in the past. But this gangtsa here was a smart one, Started living for the lord and I'll last.
Now all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin' cocksuckin' prankstas. When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do? Damn it feels good to be a gangsta!
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta. A real gangta-ass nigga knows the play. Real gangsta-ass niggas get the fliest of the bitches, Ask that gangsta-ass nigga Little Shea. Now bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign, And play the role of Little Miss Sweet. But catch the bitch all alone get the digits take her out, and then end up hittin' her ass with the meat, Cuz gangsta-ass niggas be the game playas. And everythings quiet in the clique. A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger, And his partners in the posse ain't tellin' off shit. Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much. All ya hear is the black from the gun blast. And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit, Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast. Now when you in the free world talkin' shit do the shit. Hit the pen and let the mothafuckas shank ya. But niggas like myself kick back and peep game. Cuz damn it feels good to be a gangsta..
And now, a word from the President! Damn it feels good to be a gangsta, Gettin voted into the White House. Everything lookin good to the people of the world. But the Mafia family is my boss. So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down, like lettin' a big drug shipment through. And send 'em to the poor community. So we can bust you know who So voters of the world keep supportin' me. And I promise to take you very far Other leaders better not upset me Or I'll send a million troops to die at war. To all you Republicans, that helped me to win I sincerely like to thank you, Cuz now I got the world swingin' from my nuts And damn it feels good to be a gangsta.
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About this post
I suffer from high ideaphoria. Really, it’s my work that suffers. It’s very rare that I sit down and work all the day on one project. Or ten. I have a total Wikipedia mentality. I start a project and get distracted, and then get distracted from that, and squirrel!
This post was my squirrel for the day. I’ve used an outdated version of the Multi-column Layout Module. Inside that, I’ve intentionally thrown the grid off a bit. I’ve never seen a Sun, but while I was Googling for pictures of the paper, I found that it always looks a bit of a mess. It kind of hurt my brain to do it, but it felt more authentic.
Props to Hip Hop Quoted.



