Gangsta &A Rose Lyrics

I want bad ones

I want bad boo's

I want bad hoes

Hanging with the crew

Riding with the gang

Make it do what it do

Wear my red rag

We could play tag

Is it still down

Like Two Pac asked

We could go shopping

We could throw a little cash

Is it still down

Like Two Pac asked

We could go shopping

You could spend a whole bag

Flying around the moon

Roller coaster drip

Spaceship going zoom

Can't get close to this

Touch the magic wand

Learn a magic trick

I got work like Juan

Now watch me move a brick yay

Kick it, Jean Claude

Bust it like a Russian K

Must be a mirage

Cuss niggas is not seeing me

Piece it up collage

With this paper we make history

Spice bomb my cologne

I'm a dog

Get a wolf a me

Girl, I'm off that good dope

And I'm off that Hennessy

Golden cross around my neck

Cause I got too much sin in me

Bad bitch her name cinnamon

I want her put her skin on me

Flip my glasses different world

Cause bitch I'm in a different league

Girl, I'm with the boys

Ain't no fighting

I got laser beams

Like I'm with the paparazzi

Niggas shoot at anything

Freddy Krueger Martin Luther

Nigga I will end a dream

I grew up off Normandie and Adams

With the dope feins

Throw a hundred one

Breaking every rule

Still with the same niggas

New in High School

I'ma go dumb

I'ma act a fool

I'ma go dumb

I'ma act a fool

I want bad ones

I want bad boo's

I want bad hoes

Hanging with the crew

Riding with the gang

Make it do what it do

Wear my red rag

We could play tag

Is it still down

Like Two Pac asked

We could go shopping

We could throw a little cash

Is it still down

Like Two Pac asked

We could go shopping

You could spend a whole bag