Plz b 2 sign me as a gangsta rapper by YTCracker Lyrics
Uh, this is my demo for all you motherfuckers that want to sign me as a gangsta rapper
YTCracker, yeah x 4
I'm the grimiest motherfucking nerd on the block, bitch
DG ??? know what I'm saying
Straight out of 719 you know how we do things
Yeah!
If my reputation is in question let me set you straight
I ain't a motherfucking bitch and I don't try to throw hate
But if you toss a bullet at me try to get your crew to gat me
I'm going to fucking ride on you with my Spamtec too
Don't let it fool you
My street cred line before your time
Fucking on them fakers out of 719
Flash a gun from the waistline
Heard it through the grapevine
Psycho bipolar motherfucker off his rocker
??? nines fools blocka blocka
Sticking pussy ashes like I'm throwing up the shocker
And the people like to whisper "YTC is just a talker"
Just a talker? Well I got something for ya
Fresh chrome Rutgers, sixteen in the shooter
And I don't miss marks man cause I'm a marksman
Bullseye on your face like I'm throwing darts man
Round after round just shucking carts man
Check my roots like Barks man
This is how we do things
Rep CO beach, who your man in the Springs?
The cops and feds test my patience on the daily
Intercept my shit like they name was Champ Bailey
Taps on the phone
Carnivore for the data
Waste more on me than they do on Al-Qeada
Shit gets me Maddened but this ain't the Oakland Raiders
Deep in the dirt but I only brought my waiters
Yeah
Yeah, Spamtec bitch, we gangster as fuck, uh uh
Sign us to Death Row, bitch no limit, know what I'm saying
Hollar back to my boys and shit up at e-town, g-town, wherever the fuck it is
YTC cracker yeah shouts to D money
YTCracker, yeah x 4
I'm the grimiest motherfucking nerd on the block, bitch
DG ??? know what I'm saying
Straight out of 719 you know how we do things
Yeah!
If my reputation is in question let me set you straight
I ain't a motherfucking bitch and I don't try to throw hate
But if you toss a bullet at me try to get your crew to gat me
I'm going to fucking ride on you with my Spamtec too
Don't let it fool you
My street cred line before your time
Fucking on them fakers out of 719
Flash a gun from the waistline
Heard it through the grapevine
Psycho bipolar motherfucker off his rocker
??? nines fools blocka blocka
Sticking pussy ashes like I'm throwing up the shocker
And the people like to whisper "YTC is just a talker"
Just a talker? Well I got something for ya
Fresh chrome Rutgers, sixteen in the shooter
And I don't miss marks man cause I'm a marksman
Bullseye on your face like I'm throwing darts man
Round after round just shucking carts man
Check my roots like Barks man
This is how we do things
Rep CO beach, who your man in the Springs?
The cops and feds test my patience on the daily
Intercept my shit like they name was Champ Bailey
Taps on the phone
Carnivore for the data
Waste more on me than they do on Al-Qeada
Shit gets me Maddened but this ain't the Oakland Raiders
Deep in the dirt but I only brought my waiters
Yeah
Yeah, Spamtec bitch, we gangster as fuck, uh uh
Sign us to Death Row, bitch no limit, know what I'm saying
Hollar back to my boys and shit up at e-town, g-town, wherever the fuck it is
YTC cracker yeah shouts to D money