| Lyrics: | feat. 0-1, Jodie Mack)
[Ja Rule]
Gangsta.. you know
Huh, gangsta, c'mon,
hehe
Uhh.. got my nigga Vin Diesel in the house, y'know
Number one movie in the country
and all that
Haha! Yo..
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
Nuttin but some gangsters, smokin
and ridin (YO!)
Come on get high with us (NIGGA!)
Come on and ride with us
(BITCHES!)
Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters (YO!) smokin and ridin (YO!)
Come on
get high with us (C'MON NIGGAZ!)
Come on and ride with us (YO!)
[Ja Rule]
Hey
baby; c'mon and hop in my fo'-three-oh, S-E
And let's see, how quick you fall victim to this
G
I'm a gangsta BITCH, a mack like Goldie
But I never let the strength of this money
control money
Niggaz is somethin like pimps, the Rule is an O.G.
I make three G's a day,
thirty-three a week
And my hoes hardly speak - they smoke while they ride
Just, blowin the
driver, when I'm one car behind ya
(Nuttin but some gangsters) on Daytons and
lowriders
And three-wheel motion, bumpin Tha Eastsidaz
I love Cali-for-ni-ay, on a hot
day
Where the green is wetter, and the head is even better
(So get high tonight.. and if
you rollin like I'm rollin
you ridin right.. and if she fuckin with them gangstas
ain't
nuttin nice.. and if you knowin what I'm knowin
then live your life.. cause,
we're..)
[Chorus]
(Cause, we're..)
[0-1]
(Nuttin but some
gangsters..) Ridin by in them big trucks
Chrome wheels spinnin and killin niggaz with big
bucks
See baby I came up, from bein a thug
From a nigga sellin them drugs on the corner
throwin up slugs
(Show me love!) All of y'all biches wanna ride with us
(Mask and gloves!)
Up when it's time to fuck bitches
(Wanna be loved!) All you get is hard dick off the
drugs
(Pass the bud!) Yo bitch I ain't seen none of that dub
But give me that Remi, a half
a bottle already in me
I cop a ounce, from one stizzy, and smoke 'til I'm dizzy
Who ridin
with me? Both of y'all bitches slide right in
Just me, you, and your friend - I'll be fuckin
y'all 'til the mornin
C'mon, I love bitches with thongs on, that love to get it on
with
gangsters, leavin they pussies warm
'til like four in the mornin, baby girl, I'm gone
Hop
in the 6, devour your lawn BITCH, cause we're
[Chorus]
(Cause,
we're..)
[Jodie Mack]
(Nuttin but some gangsters..) Holla!
And if you, bout the
dollars then pop your collars
Cause we ain't nuttin but some gangsters, nigga smokin and
ridin
Who put it down for real, got this dough multiplyin
Straight, livin it up and fuckin
with thugs
that push trucks that's sittin on dubs, not givin a fuck
Y'all niggaz know me,
Chris Black slash the O.G.
So please believe I'm gangsta I control these streets
[Ja
Rule]
Yo, nobody leaves nobody breathes until I enter the party
And ease up in a 550
Medina Ferrari
Pull in handicapped parkin, hop out with the lock in
and wink at the hoes
while I walk in
Who's ridin and smokin tonight with players
And I ain't talkin bout them
niggaz with them Marvin gators
I'm talkin bout them niggaz all up in fronts and gauges
and
runnin up in spots and blazin, we call them gangsters,
yo!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Ja Rule]
Cause, we're.. nuttin but some
gangsters, smokin and ridin
Come on get high with us
Come on and ride with us
Cause,
we're.. nuttin but some gangsters.. smokin and ridin
Come on get high with us
Come on and
ride with us
Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters |
