Gangsta

Gangsta!
(Refugees, baby. Uh.)
(It's Tempa)
(Yeah.)
(Tell 'em what it is.)
Gangsta!
(Smokehitty Entertainment! Come on.)
(Tell 'em what it is.)
Gangsta!
You not my girl, not my wife.
Got a couple tips from Mike.
I'm moonwalking out'ch your life.
I close my eyes you outta sight.
Gangsta!
'Less you wanna call me, concede it.
'Cause I'm a smooth criminal I told her to beat it.
When a lil' love was all I needed, you talkin'.
I call it how I see it, and now I mean it.
I'm out for good,
like a lot of you women moving out the hood.
But if I told you 'take me back' you would.
Too late (...???...)
Had you in the (cars?) when I met you,
with a couple superstars from the ghetto.
Now you feelin' so soft and you let go--
with a T-E-M-P-A-Mental.
Gangsta!
(Whatcha gonna do?
You ain't no friend of mine.
Look what you put me through.
I'm the new gangsta!
Whatcha gonna do?
You ain't no friend of mine.
I can never fall in love.
The foo', gangsta!)
(Whatcha gonna do?
You ain't no friend of mine.
Look what you put me through.
I'm the new gangsta!
Whatcha gonna do?
You ain't no friend of mine.
I can never fall in love.
The foo', gangsta!)

You ain't a friend,
a friend you'll never be.
Obviously you've never been with a real O-G.
From the H-I-T, rollin' B-I-G.
Pass it through V-I-P, it's the refugee.
Gangsta!
We come spread some love, like the gold rush.
It was the things you did, that used to mean so much.
With every touch the way you used to blush,
Now I made you (brush?)? Don't believe in such.
Nonsense, lovers don't promote violence.
Nonsense, just like the dollar, no cents no good--
I can feel it through my sixth sense.
What's this, wanna suck my existence?
But still I believe in you and me.
Quite frankly that's how it's supposed to be.
That kind of love that can end any poverty.
So I keep (...???...)
Gangsta!
Whatcha gonna do?
You ain't no friend of mine.
Look what you put me through.
I'm the new gangsta!
Whatcha gonna do?
You ain't no friend of mine.
I can never fall in love.
The foo', gangsta!
What ya gonna do, cause I'm gonna confute.
No where to run, no where to hide.
All the things you said and the things you done to me.
You can no longer make me cry.
Look whatcha done to me, baby.
I can no longer smile, baby.
And I've, waited so long, just to carry on.
I'm the new gangsta!
Whatcha gonna do?
You ain't no friend of mine.
(You ain't no friend of mine!)
Look what you've put me through.
I'm the new gangsta!
(You ain't no friend of mine!)
Whatcha gonna do? (Ooh, oh no.)
You ain't no friend of mine.
I'm never gonna fall in love.
The foo', gangsta!
Whatcha gonna do? (Whatcha gonna do?! Gonna do?!)
You ain't no friend of mine. (You're tempamental!)
Look what you've put me through.
(What are you gonna (do)?!)
I'm the new gangsta! (Whatcha gonna do?!)
Whatcha gonna do?
You ain't no friend of mine.
I'm never gonna fall in love.
The foo'-- gangsta!