Trying to Be a Gangsta Songtext
von Mike Epps

What′s up cuz
OK, OK
I'm trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit (I′m trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)
I'm trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit (I'm trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)
I′m tryna be a gang banger but you really gotta do that shit (I′m trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)
I'm trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit (I′m trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)

I quit my job, hit and door
Went to Walmart, to get me a cansoon
Train muscle room, four six four
Bought a fair magazine tryna what tequila's do
Five my ring, for a dirty twenty two
Chose the simp I wear red and blue
Play everyday, and I′m looking for a crew
Trying get my ass new man I'm sick with the flu
Y′all want it (y'all want it)

I'm trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit (I′m trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)
I′m trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit (I'm trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)
I′m tryna be a gang banger but you really gotta do that shit (I'm trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)
I′m trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit (I'm trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)


I shoulda jump on this Nigga, I don′t matter
I'm shoulda write him a letter that'd be better
Wannna be better but I gotta grow heart
Thugs and the middle gangsta side the dark
Run it down the side with my Sunday shoes
Got a see my face on the ten o′clock new
Stepped in the dressin′ room, everybody look
Don't making loose my shame, I just a man

I′m trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit (I'm trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)
I′m trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit (I'm trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)
I′m tryna be a gang banger but you really gotta do that shit (I'm trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)
I'm trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit (I′m trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)

I ain′t here tryna be Mike Tyson
I ain't no record so I′m supposed to spend it nicely
Back from my south side spray it on my bed
The only way you get this ass's if I′m dead (who put this shit right here)
My mama ain't raise no punk
Pastor Chris just pumped me out my box
Damn! lord just help me out this shit
Man I ain′t really on no gangsta shit

I'm trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit (I'm trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)
I′m trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit (I′m trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)
I'm tryna be a gang banger but you really gotta do that shit (I′m trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)
I'm trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit (I′m trying be a gangsta but you really gotta do that shit)


Tryna be hard in a house with your Grandma
And your nephew who's in park in hours little kids in the house growing hard the barking hard ass boy
Ain′t you where no real gangsta you wear a seatbelt everyday
How're you a gangsta and you wearing seatbelt
Boy you better cut out
You know yourself as a, a twinkie
And I am too
I don't want no problems
An old soul reborn
I wanna live shit
Its easy to get fuck up out here