作词 : A. Hardy
作曲 : A. Hardy
Huh, huh, huh
Mister cee, are you wit me, uhh
Mister cee, are you wit me, dig it
Gangster or prankster, define yourself, huh
And put that rough talk on the shelf
You talk all that robbery ******t, but its lame
You wouldnt steal first base at a baseball game
Never sold drugs, you never was a thug
But youre talking ying-yang like as if youre in a gang
I mean for goodness sake
The only beef you ever had was a sirloin steak
You wanna question me and all the words I say
Well, you can bring the noise any ****** day
I rock a rugged-a-ruff rhyme to besiege ya
And if I see you at a party, put up your ******beaters
By time I get through wreckin your jaw
You be callin patti labelle and barry white hardcore
Why should I give up for gangster contrast
When I can rap about gettin some ass
To prove that Im a gangster only brings me trouble
But the proof that Im a lover
Its that easy but still you insist
That I do this