Tinchy Stryder – Gangsta? lyrics

(read my lips carefully son, you'll never be a gangsta)

Gangsta!
Heard they think they gangstas
Got a couple sing alongs
I'm fucking with some anthems
Get their Jim Carrey on
Hollywood actors
I relate to thousands
You're fucking with some hundreds
(Yeah)

Fuck it then
Let me get my boasting on
They play my tracks in daytime
We hear your shit when Logans on
Own my own clothing line, record labels, Cloud 9
Publishing company and the list goes along
Whole of them twittering
Gassing bout the shows and the towns they be visiting
Yuck, ill, sickening
Busy I'm re-scheduling
Meetings with president
Half-a-mill deals on the table
I really hope you're listening
(Hold up, hold up)

Really hope you're listening
Whole of them are twittering
Busy re-scheduling
Me I'm having meeting with the president
Meetings with the president
(You'll get your turn but I'm the daddy)

(Rah!) tell them they're really not
(Rah!) show them they're really not
(Rah!) tell them they're really not
(Rah!) We know you're not
(Rah!) tell them they're really not
(Rah!) show them they're really not
(Rah!) tell them they're really not
(Rah!) show them they're really not

Gangsta!
Heard they think they gangsta
Got a couple sing alongs
I'm fucking with some anthems
Get their Jim Carrey on
Hollywood actors
I relate to thousands
You're fucking with some hundreds

Heard you got a new crew
Fuck we gonna follow that
Get a million views on Youtube then holla back
Boasting bout your new shows
Expensive Guccis
Got a rucksack on my back
That can double that
Where we at?
Sky height we leveling
Front page on whats the name
Got a plaque on my wall for a million sales
See I'm holding on to titles
I'm the best seller round here
No rivals

(Rah!) tell them they're really not
(Rah!) show them they're really not
(Rah!) tell them they're really not
(Rah!) we know you're not
(Rah!) tell them they're really not
(Rah!) show them they're really not
(Rah!) tell them they're really not
(Rah!) Show them they're really not

Gangsta!
Heard they think they gangstas
Got a couple sing alongs
I'm fucking with some anthems
Get their Jim Carrey on
Hollywood actors
I'm relate to thousands
You're fucking with some hundreds

Man are driving mini coops
We're fucking with some tractors
Treat you like some youngsters
New born, pampers
Born with my gifts
Heard you're waiting on Santas
Bring your whole ship to halt with my anchors

(Rah!) tell them they're really not
(Rah!) show them they're really not
(Rah!) tell them they're really not
(Rah!) we know you're not
(Rah!) tell them they're really not
(Rah!) show them they're really not
(Rah!) tell them they're really not
(Rah!) show them they're really not

Gangsta!

(Uh) First strike,
My clouds are black
My shades are black
Let me go
Na-na-na-na-na-na-ni

(Uh) Ishi distort that bass,
Man grew up on a raw estate,
Now every time I draw my dates,
They're like how the fuck d'you afford this place?
First place, first place, first place,
Try and act up dem man will address that,
Call it, put a fuckin' man in his place,
Bitch I'm great, for goodness sake,
I ain't got a queue cause they know my face,
Glance at my watch tryin' to wind up on me,
I was like I ain't got time to waste,
Get it,
I ain't got time to waste
Get it,
Try and get hype in my face,
Regret it,
Got a big pitbull and I don't remember the last time I fed it,
So don't upset it

Na-na-na-na-na-na-niiiiii

They better let me go, Let me loose
I'm frozen cold, My veins are blue
Hell to home, but its Satan proof
Good as gold, My angels flew
Yo, they can't knock down mine
Cuffs on flows I lock down lines
I am not human, real life mutant
Ask Mick Foley, I'm not mankind
Yeah, look under my eyelids
All red, I bleed through the iris
Like I've been toking on weed, highest
Now my brain's on freeze, minus
Yeah I ain't letting it melt
I'm stark, haze, I'm letting it fill
Sideline this now separate that
I'm stayin' here I ain't letting it gel ill

Na-na-na-na-na-na-ni