Lyrics:
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
around ya shit like slumber
Party, organize crime like john gotti
[chorus 4x]
[king just]
And the way we go, blast off i'm on the next level
Maybe it's
seat big body whip
I know n****s wanna copy this
You rent ain't buy that whip
In the party get acknowledgement
You stand right by the vip
Give me yo soul
funny now?
Like fuck off and I'm gone, yeah
They say sorry now
These bitches wanna have fun
They crash the party now
Bitch, I woke up and we up on yo
I know 'Pac woulda loved this one here
[Chorus:
This gangsta livin', weavin' dope dealin', oh how it's changed
It's gettin' strange,
will outlast cash
You get respect by bein creative
And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality
In other words, if you ain't a gangsta
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
days it's like half of these cats don't know what rapping is
But they on yo T.V. station like a fuckin televangelist
Acting gangsta in the videos with
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
(Hook)
Hey yo, Ms. Trina rock the party
Hey yo, E-V-E rock the party
Hey yo, get on up, shake your body
Ain't no quitting, when the ladies come
You niggaz just don't get it do you?
Young Roscoe the sodo
YA, Dogg Poung, Kurupt Young Gotti
Yeah, started November 23, 1972 and 83
[Hook]
Put me
the hypocrites
Or side with the suckers, by choice
It makes no difference, that you're a product of environment
Is just coincidence, the world's a violent place
know the name of the game, yo' bitch chose me
Nigga, we can handle this like some gentleman
Or we can get into some gangsta shit
(Well what's up
That's Unattainable by any military shooter
Or any Egyptian Ruler, You knowing just how imma do ya
Imma hit ya with no Delaying so what you saying yo
In
Old School Party-Dance Like We Used (Streethop Remix)
(T. Blakemore, J. Stringfellow)
Yep, Yep, Yep, Yep
Yo I had to go back and do this one
sho
Califoolya, San Quinn reppin' the Moe
Yeah I run up in a party mane and rep my district (and rep my district)
And run up on yo boy like "Nigga
bitch why you at my crib
You know how it go
I don't fuck with you no more
Than after parties at a show
Diamonds on my wood as I take
Yo hood straight
and call yo` bluff
Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
[Intro]
Sup Fred?
Gangsta shit
West Coast...
[Verse One]
Niggas with hepatitis
Unauthorized hard-to-move arthritis
Infected selected neglected
grip, she want a gangsta, on Crip
(Strolling in the party)
'Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me
Just tryna give it to ya
(Walking in
know the name of the game, yo' bitch chose me
Nigga, we can handle this like some gentleman
Or we can get into some gangsta shit
(Well what's up
rink, mobs and crews would take minks
Clean streets, hustlers, crack cocaine
Gave back by throwin block parties and basketball games
A lotta cash
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