Price-C - Gangsta &A Rose Lyrics

I want bad ones
I want bad boo's
I want bad hoes
Hanging with the crew
Riding with the gang
Make it do what it do
Wear my red rag
We could play tag
Is it still down
Like Two Pac asked
We could go shopping
We could throw a little cash
Is it still down
Like Two Pac asked
We could go shopping
You could spend a whole bag

Flying around the moon
Roller coaster drip
Spaceship going zoom
Can't get close to this
Touch the magic wand
Learn a magic trick
I got work like Juan
Now watch me move a brick yay
Kick it, Jean Claude
Bust it like a Russian K
Must be a mirage
Cuss niggas is not seeing me
Piece it up collage
With this paper we make history
Spice bomb my cologne
I'm a dog
Get a wolf a me
Girl, I'm off that good dope
And I'm off that Hennessy
Golden cross around my neck
Cause I got too much sin in me
Bad bitch her name cinnamon
I want her put her skin on me
Flip my glasses different world
Cause bitch I'm in a different league
Girl, I'm with the boys
Ain't no fighting
I got laser beams
Like I'm with the paparazzi
Niggas shoot at anything
Freddy Krueger Martin Luther
Nigga I will end a dream
I grew up off Normandie and Adams
With the dope feins

Throw a hundred one
Breaking every rule
Still with the same niggas
New in High School
I'ma go dumb
I'ma act a fool
I'ma go dumb
I'ma act a fool

I want bad ones
I want bad boo's
I want bad hoes
Hanging with the crew
Riding with the gang
Make it do what it do
Wear my red rag
We could play tag
Is it still down
Like Two Pac asked
We could go shopping,
We could throw a little cash
Is it still down
Like Two Pac asked
We could go shopping
You could spend a whole bag