Discover the poetic beauty in ‘213 Tha Gangsta Clicc’ by 213. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 213 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Hehe, yeah that’s that s*** right there
Is this that s*** that make a n**** just
It remind me of, matter of fact I”ma tell y’all
I wasn’t gonna share this but I’ll share it witch’all
Check this out
I slid up in a party where some suckers was at
Out of bounds slipping f***ing with this hood rat
My homeboy told me that the b**** wasn’t s***
But I didn’t give a f*** cuz this 20 Crip
The first young n**** with a baseball cap
Tried to hit a n**** up until he seen how we strut
I’m like ‘N****, take two steps back
Now lower your voice before you get pimp slapped’
I know you seen me on your MTV raps
Way back in the days when I was with Fab’ Five Freddy
I told you then, I told you now, boy I stay ready
Don’t sweat it, we’ll get him and then let him
Talk s*** for a minute then deal with him
Hail Mary, call Makavelli to come and save your a**
Cuz I’mma put my Chucks up in it so quick and so fast
You use some act-right like LaBetty
And let you know that I’m the king of this motherf***ing city
Like Frank White, Nino Brown, John Gotti, Tony Soprano
Joey Banana and the great Tony Montana
All of ’em mixed in one fixed it, done
I like playing six-to-one
This is fun, shooting my guns, counting my funds
And walking on you b**** n****s that run
I’m from
213 the gangsta clicc
21 motherf***ing 3 n****
All we do is the gangsta s***
Gangsta s***, biatch
213 the gangsta clicc
Haha and you know it, n****
All we do is the gangsta s***
Y’all know what’s happening
Haha
I shoot ’em up, I bang bang
Or we can duke ’em up but you know you can’t hang
Still from the Beach, still a g thang
213 in the house and you know how we came
We came to party homie, so back up
Plus up in the club, y’all don’t have enough
I bust guns, you bust guns
Difference is my bullets probably touch the sun
Want some? Come and get it
On your marks, get set, blah!
That’s coming with it
They won’t stop, they’ll get it, you don’t get it
It don’t stop, still dont love b****es
My G-n****s, holler if ya hear me (Gangstas!)
Speak it loud and clearly
If you feel me raise your cups (East Side, Long Beach)
Blaze it up
And we from
213 the gangsta clicc
21 motherf***ing 3 n****
All we do is the gangsta s***
Gangsta s***, biatch
213 the gangsta clicc
Haha and you know it, n****
All we do is the gangsta s***
Y’all know what’s happening
Haha
You can call me Lil’ Meeno
Crazy motherf***er plus I’m Texas C-Notes
His finger on the trigger but it way too slow
He didn’t see me coming so he missing his dome
213 and we gone
You can call me Nate King Cole
Smooth motherf***er when it come to these hoes
All damn dimes up in every area codes
Gangsta s***, yep and all the hoes know
Where they gon’ go, we rolling in the stretch Navigator
When i’m gon’ get it baby girl now or later
She said she wanted to play so I played her
Made a promise to pay, but never paid her
It ain’t that i hate her
It’s just she’s a goddamn ho
And all of my n****s know
They knowin’ since ’94
Wherever we go, she gon’ go
213 the gangsta clicc
21 motherf***ing 3 n****
All we do is the gangsta s***
Gangsta s***, biatch
213 the gangsta clicc
Haha and you know it, n****
All we do is the gangsta s***
Y’all know what’s happening
Haha