Lyrics:
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
Frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions
Lead lead to dumpin'
IV to pumpin', you're feeling
on that gasoline in the VIP
They need ding-a-ling for the trampoline
Cause all these bitches want to do
Is jump on the dick i hop over fence
I'm offended by
Hey, baby even though you break my heart
I still love you
Sorry is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive
All I want is power
Get this, get this money by the hour
That power, that power, that power
All I want is this power
Money brings me this power
All
thuggish minds turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4th
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
about the cash
So we respect the biggest gainers
Niggas get paid then they run
Away from the community
That ain't gangsta nigga
You the opposite of Huey P
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look
Got one life to live and I give mine to the set nigga
Catch him, four five six, better play your role
When shit go wrong they always
Blame it on Ras keep that thang on the dash
Bitch with my name on her ass
Drive-by with the pistol while my
Feet
pimps, hoes, hustlers
Willies, thugs, ballers, busters
Gangstas, macks, everyday, all day
Shot callers, even high rollers keep it moving
What you see
[ INTRO ]
Gyeah
Regulatin for the west
Hoo Bangin gangstas in the house
Gyeah
Compton
All day
For the thugs
[ VERSE 1 ]
I tell you it's hell up in
the gangstas
West side, nigga, hoo-bangin' gangstas, you know I'm sayin'
Check this out
I said I dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline
Comtpon, where we
Heh Heh
Yeah goddamn it's that old gangsta shit
Right there boy goddamn
Shit heh heh
This is Dope Fiend Willy from the last mothafuckin' record
in ghetto's and slums
Totin chips and A-K's, money round drugs (ha)
Shoot first, and leave them standing in their shoes
We TRU niggas, bounded by blood
gangsta ?triggeration?
[Ice Cube]
La la la, watch me par-lay
Hey, with the getaway car
Now here comes the Predator
I'm down with Yo Yo and everybody
Talking: The record you about to hear is basically true.
The names have been changed to protect the guilty. (You a cold nigga)
Some breathe gangsta
school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat
Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
M-motherfucker, cognac lounge beat
Yeah it's
some hang, hang, and some slangin'
Others gang bangin'
I'm tryin' to make it out the hood with this gangsta rap
And stay TRU to the game,
Happen?"
Brooklyn can start cappin, Uptown can start robbin
Bronx can tell the tale, and start back mobbin
Queens, gangsta lean with green
Word to Shaolin, I
a Mag
You a fag, you love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
Never say that I'm a gangsta (now that's gangsta
Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin'
Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it
I'm wealthy, still fucking with that block shit
Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your socks drip
Don't slip,
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