Lyrics:
and that's Wasup so now I gotta lot of the shit For the
Industry you can put some niggas on
I'm this industry so fuck mumble
Rap and wanna be gangsta, shit is
"Candygirl"
When Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike had a curl
That's gangsta
You heard gangstas make the world turn round
Well shit's gon' continue popping
over
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Indeed I am
Flossy like gangsta shit
I got pounds of weed and keys
Sittin' on G's
Catch
the ladies that got dick on they mind
From the windy city down to the dirty south
Like Luda you know I beat that shit by the (word of mouf)
I sold 350
And I be lovin' all the ladies that got dick on they mind
From the windy city down to the dirty south
Like Luda you know I beat that shit by the (word
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
Suzie and Janeen, niggaz do shit like
This but its usually in their dream, gangstas don't sleep unless there guns by the bed,
Ever wonder why the bread
ain't nothing even the pitbull's affiliated
Yeah and trust best gettin' bust on
G shit even the coupes got Chucks on
Yeah
This is my mother fuckin'
I'm a full time hustler posted on the block
Got to get it to live
And I'm never gon' stop
I'm a gangsta, I'm a gangsta
When the right you can hear
Uhh, uhh, gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, it's gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, shit I'm livin' gangsta gangsta shit
Yeah
[Chorus: x2]
I'm from
Well you done know,
When gangsta touch the street,
Food have fi eat
It's a gangsta life
Zagga zow
We squeeze and make cheese
Bun my enemy
(Man, have you heard this stuff?
This gangsta rap? It's fuckin bullshit.
They're just talkin about dealin drugs and,
Beatin on people and shit
gangsta (why?)
You had to say my name and you still ain't famous (dam)
Clover G's don't take no shit we bake them bitches to come up
Keep runnin' you lip
woah
I'm protected by the hood gangstas (yeah, all my gangstas)
I thank God that I'm still here
In face of all the bull-ish
Maybe lessons from
pass some drank
And get off into this gangsta shit
Laying fools down Dog Pound Bone Thugs on love
And we banging from the streets to the club
So what
the war is on
Break a bitch shoot a snitch
Fuck a trick get your grip
Smoke some dank pass some drank
And get off into this gangsta shit
Laying fools
(Woah Woah) closed
Commit a homicide if a nigga say so
She's my gangsta (Woah Woah)
Lil Shawty she'll ride if a nigga say so
And shawty she'll lie for
Hold up, shut this shit down
It's goin down baby, Funk Flex
We about to black out to fuckin Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee
Cause you know how
Hold up, shut this shit down
It's goin' down baby, Funk Flex
We about to black out to fuckin' Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee
cause you know
is where I found my lord
I never been a follower decide by course
By the outkasted shit you would never last with
I stacked your odds wrap it up in
a sucker talk shit, I had to get retarded
Paranoid as fuck so my life changed
Went to school, kid, now I'm selling cocaine
I'm like a Porshe moving fast in
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
a big gangsta, I turn her out with that foreign love
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em, just sold it all
Surrounded by the angels, diamonds on when I'm
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
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