That nigga a gangsta

County Hound EP

[Intro: Ca$his]

Shady Records own, bogus boy

Ca$his, it's Ca$his nigga, ah-ha ha

I'm here, right back on y'all, nigga

Blocc Boyz, what the bid'ness is, nigga

Seven-fo', let's go!

[Ca$his]

In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy

I'm tryna get with the bid'ness so where the bitches be

When I flick the Vogues, I'ma get the hoes

In a seven-fo' Lincoln black, two do's

Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca$his

If a nigga look wrong you gon' let him have it

Say, what's your name? What kind of set you claim?

I'm seven-fo' now; tell me, do you bang?

We ain't ask about your mayne, cause he ain't here with us

And we both know that we about to fuck

You see my limo tint, but they can't see you bitch

Go and pull out my dick, and put your mouth on it

If you don't do it now, you'll never get the chance

If you ain't puttin out bitch, make other plans

I still keep my money in a rubber band

with the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand

[Chorus 2X: Ca$his]

You see them niggaz runnin, you see my spinnin drum and

You lookin at my face sayin that nigga a gangsta

Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds

And e'ry rider here know that nigga a gangsta

[Ca$his]

Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin 'caine

And a sip of purp', I'm hurtin on my drank

I've been doin work, you know about my gang

You want me you can find me wherever that you hang

I got a bigger dick, plus I'm fly as shit

You've seen me with your bitch, cause I got benefits

I'm a militant, AWOL lyricist

Your face menstruates when I clap-clap, period

I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack nigga

Shady Records in your mouth, take that nigga

Em I never leave, forever got your back

And e'ry soldier in my squad feel like that

Gangsta disciple, you motherfuckers know

You should've killed me, a long time ago

I'm a regular ev-ery day psycho

Hat to the right on sight wherever I go

[Chorus]

[Ca$his]

I've been provin this, for a long time

And e'ry line that I write, is all mine

See me walkin a straight line in daytime

But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times

Livin life, in the California sunshine

But I'm the only star out, in the nighttime

Flagged up, knowin suckers ain't gon' like - I'm

makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine

Took the West over, I'm the real king

You don't believe me, fuck you, kill me

I don't fear none of y'all, meet a real G

Come against me, pussy nigga you will see

When you awake, and you still sleep

You dead you lil' pussy boy, feel me

You said you was gon' muh'fuckin kill me?

But you bled, guess you ain't that real, G

Screech

[Chorus]

[Outro: Ca$his]

That nigga a gangsta nigga

You stupid ass niggaz don't know what a spinnin drum is?

That's a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you

Your face, your back, your chest

It don't matter to me nigga, and that's real

I got guns nigga, I got money nigga

I got riders, what the fuck you gon' do to me?

I got guns nigga, I got money nigga

I got riders, what the fuck you gon' do to me?

Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boy

Ca$his, King Mathers!

It's brought to you, by the great King Mathers

I'm out, let's go! {*echoes*}