[Intro]

(G-G-G-G-G-Unit)

Everything 'bout you so gangsta

Oh, you just so gangsta

Ooh, so gangsta

What up, gangsta

[Verse 1: Kiely]

My baby, you know I'm lovin' your style and your gangsta touch

Plus, I like the fact that you're kind of rough

I need a thug in my life that will ride, ride, ride and ride again

Can't complain about the way you lovin' me

And you know I ain't trippin' off your gangsta ways

So, can I be your ride or die for life

[Chorus]

I love the way you pull up on them dubs, you know

Everything 'bout you so gangsta

Your white tee throwback with the matching hat

Oh, you just so gangsta

Every good girl wants a thug in her life

Who can put it down so gangsta

From your head down to your Air Force 1's (From your head to your toes)

Boy, you know you just so gangsta

[Verse 2: Adrienne]

My baby, you know them other papi's ain't got nothin' on you

Can't nobody give me thug lovin' like you

Like in the middle of the night what my body's calling for

Someone to hold me tight

Yeah, I know you're bad, but you treat me good

Yeah, I know you tryna get us out the hood

Gangsta yet a gentleman and I'm so open for ya

[Chorus]

I love the way you pull up on them dubs, you know

Everything 'bout you so gangsta (Oh, you know you're so gangsta)

Your white tee throwback with the matching hat (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, you just so gangsta (No-woah, so gangsta)

Every good girl wants a thug in her life

Who can put it down so gangsta (So gangsta)

From your head down to your Air Force 1's

Boy, you know you just so gangsta (Boy, you know you just so gangsta)

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

This is for my niggas on the block twist and treatin' cigars

For the niggas on lock doin' life behind bars

I don't say only God can judge me cause I see things clear

Crook these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years

I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the don

Like Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm

Slim switch sides on me, let niggas ride on me

Would you be down to ride

[Bridge: Jessica]

Ain't nothin' pretty 'bout you cause you's the thug

Type two, wife-beater with a bottle of bud

With ya drop-top, six-four rollin' on dubs

Be bangin' in the trunk when I'm out in the club

Ain't got no rigs to chain cause ya keeps it hood

And all my friends just jealous cause you treat me good

When you're rollin' down the block, everybody holla back

What up gangsta

[Chorus]

I love the way you pull up on them dubs, you know

Everything 'bout you so gangsta (Baby, you're likely)

Your white tee throwback with the matching hat

Oh, you just so gangsta (Oh, you just so, so)

Every good girl wants a thug in her life (Gangsta)

Who can put it down so gangsta (Who can put it down)

From your head down to your Air Force 1's

Boy, you know you just so gangsta (Oh)

[Outro: Kiely]

Hey (Oh)

You know you so gangsta

Yeah, yeah

Aw, so ganstga

You know, you know

Aw, baby

You know you so gangsta