[Intro]

Oh

Oh

What's up, cuz?

What's up, dawg?

Replacements

K-K-Keep it gangsta (Gangsta, wut?)

Replacements

You got it, gangster, what up, dawg?

[Verse 1]

To all my niggas pimpin' high, my niggas pimpin' low

My niggas switchin' lanes, dippin' in the '64

Cadillac or Lexus, from coast of Florida to Texas

Benz, I began, my Grand stem like Boris Becker

Sippin' Hypnotiq, sixteen from the hydraulics

Shawty in the trunk, Candy Paint, and Amoral tires

I ain't gangsta, Gotti (gangsta), only gangsta, partly (Gangsta)

Takin' headshots at niggas, now fuck the body (Grah)

Get yo respect up, we better get you a Tek up

And hit yo shit over the neph, my niggas gave you a check-up

That nigga rollin' in Rollies, and his wrist rockin' Rollie

I'ma pimp, hustler, gangster, nigga, you just a phony

Oh, I came to get it started, thug hustlin', and cold-hеarted

I'll pimp slap a bitch (Bitch) until she starts to sound retardеd

Step in the party, dollar poppin', life lodi dodi

Drinkin' Bacardi, playin' oochie wallie with ‘cha hottie

[Chorus]

This how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it

This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it

This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it

Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it

This how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it

This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it

This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it

Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it

[Verse 2]

I'm ridin' and glidin' high, I'm slidin', ya slippin'

If my dick in yo' bitch, run my nuts on her chin

'Cause I'm in it to win in, like yo' in it to spin it

And while you win yo' word plays, workin', I may not attend it (Goast)

This how the gangsters do it, this how a pimp do it

Stagnatic in the pimp, a dick to read, my game is fluid

So what? I'm ruthless, I'll knock yo ass toothless

And when I tell a bitch "jump," she better hop to it

I'm a rapper, part-time jacker, pimp, stupid, bitch, slap her

Compton, California, with my snap

I'd rather fight this switch, I'd rather bite a bitch

I'd rather die before I let another nigga suck my dick

Gangsta, I keep a 'Retti clip for haters that wanna trip (Wut?)

All up in your chest like Lennox Luther's when they gaspin'

So get yo .22, that shit won't even scuff my shoes

This .45 will leave you with the real nigga blues

[Chorus]

This how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it

This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it

This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it

Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it

This how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it

This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it

This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it

Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it

[Verse 3]

It's on, it's crackin' it nigga, it's on, poppin', I'm hoppin'

I know that ain't yo bitch, so why you cock blocking?

I got the pussy cookin', so why the fuck you lookin'?

They should her took her home before I came, now it's on

Don't wanna kill niggas, but I will, niggas

Talk shit but never spit, that how I feel, niggas (Say what?)

She want a real nigga (Wut), that's grippin' still triggers (Wut)

Saggin' khakis, not yo' type, that's Hilfigers

Braids, Chucks, and Dickies, bitches, they wanna lick me

Jacked 'cause they want to stick me, MC's can't get with me

I'll spit until they dizzy, Dirty South, drinkin' Remy

(You bastard) That's right, I'll fuckin' kill Kenny

So pay me every penny, I warned you, I got many

Replacement homies that are squeezed 'til they gun's empty (Ha)

I stay busy, on my grind, grizzy

Won't stop until I got a Uncas on the top, glitzy

[Chorus]

This how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it

This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it

This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it

Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it

This how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it

This how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it

This how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it

Walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it

[Outro]

Replacements, with khaki gangsters

What up, dawg?

Replacements, we got it gangster

What up, cuz?

Get gone, man, shit (You said we was rollin' with him)

I don' give a fuck, it's time to go

We could go, we could be gone in five minutes

Man, we gotta fuckin' show (We gotta show, we gotta go)

Get the fuck outta here (Bye)

Holler