Yeah by Bukshot Lyrics
[Intro: A. Lee]
We on some gangster shit
Yeah
Bukshot (Bukshot)
Yeah
Stevie Stone (Stevie Stone)
A. Lee
[Chorus: A. Lee]
I said this ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't what you want, yeah
I'm on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
We on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on some gangster shit
That ain't what you want, yeah
We on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
I'm on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
[Verse 1: Bukshot]
In the block I'm the boss, haters know the truth
See them bitches want it all when I come on out the booth
Fuck this rap shit, I like to scrap and shit
Hit me now and then I'm stupid and I slap a bitch
I like my piece to bang
I like to swing my chain
I like revenge on bitches I put that on everything (on everything)
I got felonies but trust me I got heaters man
They call me aneurysm, yeah my dad'll beat your brain (beat your brain)
Switch that flow, gotta speed it on up
Tryna get a buzz so pass that cup (cup)
Sipping on the liquor try to get fucked up (up)
Dealing with a killer boy you better shut-up (shut-up)
I'm riding dirty, ya heard me and coming through the south
My name is buzzing like bumblebees all up in they mouth
I'm repping people who ain't had it but they get it though
Saw they shot and took it, never gave up, never let it go
So fuck the industry, they not tryna play me though
Laugh and say "yeah, I'm too gangster for the radio"
[Chorus: A. Lee]
I said this ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't what you want, yeah
I'm on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
We on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on some gangster shit
That ain't what you want, yeah
We on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
I'm on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
[Verse 2: Stevie Stone]
I don't fuck with you niggas
Most you niggas be faking (uh huh)
More than half of you suckers, I don't respect your gangster
Hate this claim that they killers, no respect for the code
Twenty niggas and I, nineteen of 'em total
We don't see eye-to-eye
We will never be the same (same)
Killer talk in their homes (home)
All you niggas is lame (lame)
This here ain't what you want (want)
Pussy stay in your lane (lane)
We surrounded by shooters, type of niggas don't aim (haha)
They just dump up in your direction and hope you get hit (hit)
Shut it down, they slinging rounds, they empty them clips (clips)
Niggas think it's a game (game)
Till they caught in the mix (mix)
Want the real but really don't get much realer than this
When the beef starts to escalate niggas ride by your house (house)
Get to flashing that metal on niggas running they mouth (mouth)
Stalk 'em up, reload (load)
Make you sleep on the couch (couch)
Yelling loud that you gangster, that life that you ain't about
I said man
[Chorus: A. Lee]
I said this ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't what you want, yeah
I'm on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
We on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on some gangster shit
That ain't what you want, yeah
We on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
I'm on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Ain't no treble in these speakers so just give me bass
I'm causing trouble when commercial tweekers in this place
They don't like me cause I'm real, I bring it to they face
They cannot comprehend my hustle, game's from outer-space (outer-space)
N.W.A, Ice Cube, Dr. Dre
Eazy-E, I.C.P
Gangster shit from in the day
Master P, U.G.K., that's that shit I like to play
Ghetto Boyz, Triple Six
DJ Paul and Juicy J
I got that bass in the trunk, I got that mask and a pump
I got yo baby mama tweeting "come and meet me, let's hump"
Get the casa to jump, they acting out and they crunk
You got an issue with me, I'll be in the parking lot punk
I bump that real shit homie not that fake shit
I'm banging Rittz like yet again, but not that Drake shit
I'm swinging at your face not in your back that's snake shit
Now A. Lee hit 'em with the hook and let's get wasted (wasted)
[Chorus: A. Lee]
I said this ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't what you want, yeah
I'm on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
We on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on some gangster shit
That ain't what you want, yeah
We on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
I'm on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
We on some gangster shit
Yeah
Bukshot (Bukshot)
Yeah
Stevie Stone (Stevie Stone)
A. Lee
[Chorus: A. Lee]
I said this ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't what you want, yeah
I'm on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
We on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on some gangster shit
That ain't what you want, yeah
We on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
I'm on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
[Verse 1: Bukshot]
In the block I'm the boss, haters know the truth
See them bitches want it all when I come on out the booth
Fuck this rap shit, I like to scrap and shit
Hit me now and then I'm stupid and I slap a bitch
I like my piece to bang
I like to swing my chain
I like revenge on bitches I put that on everything (on everything)
I got felonies but trust me I got heaters man
They call me aneurysm, yeah my dad'll beat your brain (beat your brain)
Switch that flow, gotta speed it on up
Tryna get a buzz so pass that cup (cup)
Sipping on the liquor try to get fucked up (up)
Dealing with a killer boy you better shut-up (shut-up)
I'm riding dirty, ya heard me and coming through the south
My name is buzzing like bumblebees all up in they mouth
I'm repping people who ain't had it but they get it though
Saw they shot and took it, never gave up, never let it go
So fuck the industry, they not tryna play me though
Laugh and say "yeah, I'm too gangster for the radio"
[Chorus: A. Lee]
I said this ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't what you want, yeah
I'm on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
We on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on some gangster shit
That ain't what you want, yeah
We on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
I'm on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
[Verse 2: Stevie Stone]
I don't fuck with you niggas
Most you niggas be faking (uh huh)
More than half of you suckers, I don't respect your gangster
Hate this claim that they killers, no respect for the code
Twenty niggas and I, nineteen of 'em total
We don't see eye-to-eye
We will never be the same (same)
Killer talk in their homes (home)
All you niggas is lame (lame)
This here ain't what you want (want)
Pussy stay in your lane (lane)
We surrounded by shooters, type of niggas don't aim (haha)
They just dump up in your direction and hope you get hit (hit)
Shut it down, they slinging rounds, they empty them clips (clips)
Niggas think it's a game (game)
Till they caught in the mix (mix)
Want the real but really don't get much realer than this
When the beef starts to escalate niggas ride by your house (house)
Get to flashing that metal on niggas running they mouth (mouth)
Stalk 'em up, reload (load)
Make you sleep on the couch (couch)
Yelling loud that you gangster, that life that you ain't about
I said man
[Chorus: A. Lee]
I said this ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't what you want, yeah
I'm on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
We on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on some gangster shit
That ain't what you want, yeah
We on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
I'm on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Ain't no treble in these speakers so just give me bass
I'm causing trouble when commercial tweekers in this place
They don't like me cause I'm real, I bring it to they face
They cannot comprehend my hustle, game's from outer-space (outer-space)
N.W.A, Ice Cube, Dr. Dre
Eazy-E, I.C.P
Gangster shit from in the day
Master P, U.G.K., that's that shit I like to play
Ghetto Boyz, Triple Six
DJ Paul and Juicy J
I got that bass in the trunk, I got that mask and a pump
I got yo baby mama tweeting "come and meet me, let's hump"
Get the casa to jump, they acting out and they crunk
You got an issue with me, I'll be in the parking lot punk
I bump that real shit homie not that fake shit
I'm banging Rittz like yet again, but not that Drake shit
I'm swinging at your face not in your back that's snake shit
Now A. Lee hit 'em with the hook and let's get wasted (wasted)
[Chorus: A. Lee]
I said this ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't what you want, yeah
I'm on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
We on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit
This ain't your normal song, yeah
This that gangster (gangster shit)
This that gangster shit, tell 'em we on some gangster shit
That ain't what you want, yeah
We on that gangster shit (gangster shit)
I'm on that gangster shit, tell 'em we on that gangster shit