Gangsta Bitch - Q-Tip, Apache

Yo, I need a gangsta bitch; she don’t sleep and she don’t play

Stickin up girls from around the fuckin way

Strapped but lovable, hateful but huggable

Always in trouble and definitely fuckable

See her now, booms and pounds, she’s mine friend

Puffin on a blunt, sippin on a Heineken

She’s got charm, a firearm to match mine

Going to the movies packin' his-and-her nines

Wearin Carhartt and leather, motherfuck the weather

On Valentine’s Day, doin stick-ups together

No one to blame, no shame in her game

And when we fuck she makes me scream out her name

She’s not petty; confident, ready

Right for late night, we play fight with machetes.

This goes out to all the gangsta ho pros:

Give me a ghetto girl, fuck a Soul Train ho

She likes to party with her posse and drink beer

Pour a little bit out for the sisters who ain’t here

She’s not the one, player you might get done

Her idea of fun’s takin her son shoppin for a gun

Likes to dress to impress, quick to attack

When your punk-ass boys run, you know she’s got your back

In a Benz with her friends, aiyyo Jeep kid

Drivin down the street pumpin, «Apache you ain’t shit!»

Snappin on niggas, takin no shorts

Sittin on a porch, pullin on a Newport

Minds her business, knows cause she hears things

Fat herringbone and diamond studded earrings

She’s a thoroughbred, walks and talks with class

Try to get fast, she just might slap your ass

Come meet my moms, but the two might not click

Parents just don’t understand.

I had a church girl, quiet girl, one girl was rich

The most memorable girl was a gangsta bitch

We went out a lot, sometimes we dressed the same

Lickin shots in the park and had pet names

I called her 'Dollars' cause that’s what she liked to spend

She called me 'Diamond' cause my dick was her best friend

If you owed her dough, then you had to pay

Bought her an AK for her 21st birthday

We packed up and shacked up, didn’t need a job

Engaged to a criminal and married to the mob

I gave MCs injuries and beat 'em down

While she’s, pickin up keys, from Uptown

Sad to say one day got caught out there

I shed a tear when the judge said five years

She’s gone now so it’s time to make my switch

So who’ll be my next gangsta bitch?