Dogg, what up, mane? Word on the streets is you ain´t what you used to be
I gang bang to the fullest A lot of niggas talk about it but they really don´t do it, do they? So I´m doin´ it for y´all Mark or a buster, I´ma ruin it for y´all Stomp that, strap up, mash up And get it crackin´ with the slapper, jacker Smacker, rapper? Nah nigga, that ain´t me Gangsta? Yeah nigga, can´t you see? Rider, like the tonners on my Chevrolet West Coast, motherfucker, that´s the only way Yeah homie, what you say? Home of the Wook, Wok and Gunplay A lot of homies shoot to J But most of ´em prefer to shoot the K Yeah, that´s the good life And where we come from, loc, that´s the hood life
Where you mama and daddy Throw the set up out the moon while they swangin´ the caddy That´s on the set, tats on they neck Streets sweet with the heat, yep, they stay on deck I´m dazed and blazed, no confusin´, I´m choosin´ This how I was raised I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt Swang it out and let it up and bang that out This Crips, nigga
That´s crazy, cuz You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane I used to see my OG home boys at King Park Ridin´ on bikes but they came with they flags on the end
C-walkin´, Stacey Adams, 501´s That shit was fascinating
The Miles Davis of gangbangin´ and crack slangin´ Drivin´ a fresh rock, rental with blocks in ´em I´m fresh out the county, I´m boxin´ ´em Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga, with knock in it Now I´m rockin´ it, ´61 blockin´ it If y´all ridin´ by, my nigga, we cockin´ it We poppin´ on imposters, fake ass mobsters East side niggas, no stoppin´ us My recipe is treachery The best in me, nigga, the West to be A better place for the one of Ace Put a 9 millimeter in your fuckin´ face And let you say your grace before you have a taste
Of reality, set in, yeah, it´s your fate Now your homies at your funeral, plottin´ on some get back But you can´t get back ´cause nigga, you dated Another sad gangsta story And usually ones with the territory No nuts, no glory, no pain, no gain Life for a nigga growin´ up in the game This slangin´ thang, drinkin´, sell a lil´ cocaine Get locked up for a minute now we in it to win it Now everybody know me They watchin´ the makings of a real OG
Yeah, they say if you watch somethin´ long enough, you´ll become it You know, they say imitation is the best form of flattery
That´s what I was told A lot of niggas is imitatin´ this real gangsta shit You ain´t cut from it You dig?
Yeah, scarin´ all the white folk While stayin´ on the right note And you can quote me if you want to Don´t say what you will do, nigga, what you gon´ do? I´m live in the flesh Caught him on Imperial left five in his chest Survive in the west It´s everyday cycle, you never know what might go blam And how you like me now?
Crip ´til you slip, Mr. Big Bow Wow Yeah, it´s my chance to prance I got ants in my pants and I needs to dance I go for broke, no joke I gotta put my drink down, I´m tryna C walk, loc See i´ma take off, break off And make off with the cash At the pad with, a thick lil bitch, she super bad
Gangsta, gangsta Futuristic Snoop Dogg 48 hunnid C´s up, yeah Shoot or shout out to my home boys Harlem 30 Yeah, real shit All my niggas on the East coast
6-0´s, Eight Tray, Hoovers Main Street, all my niggas in Compton And the South side, ya dig? Nutty Blocc Santana Oh, can´t forget them Long Beach niggas East side the same Rollin 20 Crips 19th Street West side, you know what´s hatnin´ Saten Day, West Coast North side on the block All hood, yeah Crip shit
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