So Gangster

So Gangster
I'm a gangster for real,
I feel so damn gangster,
I'm a gangster for real,
It's just one of those days,
I feel the sun rise around me,
All the clouds ran away,
Something funny 's goig on,

Ok, now where's all the trafic,
Is someone tryin'a clown me,
Why do I feel fantastic
I'm used to think all's going wrong
But now.... I'm a gangster for real, I feel so damn gangster
I'm a gangster for real...
Sittin in my backyard, lookin at a little squirrel
I'm drinkin some coffee, feel like a whole different world
Plus I got the bomb rhyme skills
I got hawthorne backin'me up
(Hmm) Plus my wife looks good
I got butter soft seats all up in my truck!
Yup, yup, I'm bangin some Depeche Mode
Windows down so you can see my fresh mode
Yeah my six-four is only a Nintendo
But I'm smashin fools on some Super Mario
Never pictured myself sittin on some big dough
Used to Singing the Blues on 6th and Alvarado
I'm chillin in the back of The Belt chewing tacos
I feel like young Sean Connery in Cabo