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Gangsta Rap Lyrics

Yeah, it's that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go

I'm from a long lost tribe called "f*** 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 Poundin

{*music starts*

[Daz]

Six straight, six fo', L co's, missed it

Cause that's what one of us, n**** 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 n***** all in the cut

Layed back, actin a nut, waitin 'til we 'rupt

No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust

Let us do what we gotta do, it's f***** it up

Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone

All alone roamin ya neighborhood at high exhaust

High stylin and profilin, n***** comin after me

(f*** y'all) In actuality they face the technicality

(whattup dawg?) Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy

(hell yeah) On site a n**** 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!)

[Chorus: Kurupt]

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

[Crooked I]

n****, 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 w****s

Playin Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks the Lord

Crooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train

wearin a platinum chain striked with thang

It's the youth game, doin it big

You don't like it, you and yo' kid get you and the whip, s***

n****, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than s***e ships

Then shapeshift yo' facial "Matrix" like a facelift

So face it, y'all ain't nuttin to see

Ain't a n**** dead or alive who f***** wit me

Keep the Death Row chains out

My left (?) 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 (?), n****
[Chorus]

[Kurupt]

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 d*** up in you

So fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz?

{*screech* We the realist, kickin back, and feelin real chillin

Dope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump n****

It ain't nuttin to applaud (uh-huh)

Never slippin d*** n****, to the West then took it straight

"This kid's a psycho gramma!" f*** a hoe cous'

Took it, what it is, what it was

Blood, n**** what it is, what is was

My n*****, California n**** what it is

f*** the rap game if you can't pay mayne

Obsessed with the West (West coast!), rack 'em shells

And we started off the m*********** multi-platinum sales

b*****!

[Chorus 2X]

[Kurupt]

Gangsta rap.. gangsta rap

Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap

[Crooked I]

Yeah, two gangstas from radio

Kurupt - kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah

.. b*****!Uhh!
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