Gangsta Rap歌詞

Yo, it's that untouchable gangsta
Crooked in to
I go I'm from a long lost tribe called "**** a Hoe"
Come through in a new
Chevy, droppin game like it's too heavy
Well for you suckers that's the ceiling
A metaphor for over ya head, dumb dumb
Speak to ya double
O.G., that's where good game come from
Dogg Pound it {*music starts*}
Six straight, six fo',
L co's, missed it
Cause that's the
Smith & West, ***** don't touch it
The people of the side for the urban
I like to work for top, or make 'em work it
Whattup?!
I see my ****** all in the cut
Layed back, actin a nut, waitin 'to erupt
No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust
Let us do what we gotta do, it's ****** it up
Let it be known,
Daz Dillinger rough to the bone
All alone roamin ya neighborhood at high exhaust
High stylin and profilin, ****** comin after me (**** y'all)
In actuality they face the technicality (whattup dawg?)
Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy (hell yeah)
On site a ***** die for the salary (boo-ya!)
We the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalk and we do what we do after dark (yeah!)
This is for the ballers - gangsta rap
What all the hoes love - gangsta rap
What the hoppin six-fo's do - gangsta rap
You could do what you want to - gangsta rap
Yeah, this is for the ballers - gangsta rap
What all the hoes love - gangsta rap
What the hoppin six-fo's do - gangsta rap
You could do what you want to - gangsta rap
*****, I buy new blocks for war
A few shots, a broad, that make you drop
Then I'ma pop two cops or more
I'm too hot, come through wit two proper whores
Playin Tupac
Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks the
Law Crooked
I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train wearin a platinum chain strapped with thang
It's the U gang, doin it big
You don't like it, you and yo' kid get you and the whip, ****
*****, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships
Then shapeshift yo' facial "Matrix" like a facelift
So face it, y'all ain't nuttin to see
Ain't a ***** dead or alive who ****** wit me
Keep the Death
Row chains out
My left blow connect so hard your head blow
Now let's blow brains out (uh-huh), just thought
I had to warn ya
Don't come to
Long Beach,
Cali, take off on ya owner, *****
Innie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo'
Hoe you gotta go if you ain't takin off ya clothes
All I really wanna do is stick a **** up in you
So fast, in a flash, then
I gotta slash, whattup
Daz? {*screech*}
We the realist, kickin back, and feelin real chillin
Don't floss, ooh you get tossed, we dumb *****
It ain't nuttin to applaud (uh-huh)
Never slippin **** *****, to the
West then took it straight "This kid's a psycho gramma!"
**** a hoe cous'
Took it, what it is, what it was
Blood, ***** what it is, what is was
My ******,
California ***** what it is
**** the rap game if you can't pay mayne
Obsessed with the
West (West coast!), rack 'em shells
And we started off the ************ multi-platinum sales
Biatch!
Gangsta rap.. gangsta rap
Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap
Yeah, 2 gangsta 4 radio
Kurupt - kill
Blood, Daz
Dillinger,
Crooked I, yeah ..
Biatch! Uhh!