Lyrics:
For my nigga Fred Jordan drank something
Smoke something up in Heaven run it
Now-a days everybody gangsta, okay
Tell ya what's gangsta is this fuck
Gangstas make the world go round as it was written
That's why at every show somebody trippin'
So listen
Now I like to smoke weed & drink
that I got, yo
Is shit I worked hard for
Life in the metro's so cold
Repeat 1
[gangsta boo]
I'm on some other type shit
I'm on some crazy ass shit
I'm
a trip
And hop into some gangsta shit with me
13 caps for them niggas who want to get with me
Get at me niggas empty enough clips at me
Want to put
until we gone
Way back in the days when the hottest thang was Jherri curls
When you could always spot a gangsta
By the way his hair out grew his
Verse 1: (B.G.)
Money makin' is my thing
A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach
Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach
Baby Gangsta is my
and the clarity, it's cake like the lottery
Playa don't lie ta me, your stash couldn't cover me
What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
Hoes, I keep those by
me with the same triggers
You didn't know the new Benz I just bought you
Could be tracked by satellite, and that's how I caught you
Oh Baby why? In
bill y'all
[silkk the shocker]
Bitch I'ma g nigga like all tha way
So nigga they betta just fall away
(talkin' gangsta shit)
And still cross-over like
all night long
Way back in the days when the
Hottest thang was Jherri curls
When you could always spot a gangsta
By the way his hair out grew his
rhymes, singin' hits faster
The master of the game, solo artist by name
Paint the masterpiece that lies inside the frame
Pass with flying colors,
rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh, surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga show me
Nobody told me I
check my gangsta lean
Gorillas in my trunk so you know just how I'm vean?
Dem peanut butter guts so plush is wat I'm used ta hit the turbo booster
don't know bout bein a revolutionary
Neva take a trip as a bad man missionary
Neva read a page from the gangsta dictionary
No chi-chi man get come when
the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
[Verse 1]
Look I was raised in in the(ghetto)
I got payed in the(ghetto)
a lot of gangsta's got made in the(ghetto)
the cannons out, make you wish and blow your candles out
Raised by the streets, see-Murder show me what a man about
Gangstas never flinch and when they sent,
Haunted by your past mistakes
It's hard to tell between real or fake
They say good things come to those who wait (wait)
You make me feel some type
like CPR.
Made the west side world wide.
No PR. Gangsta rap god. Imma end all be all.
California love from the Bloods to the C-Dogs.
The Compton monsters
hop over fence, I'm offended by co-defendants
Drink codeine for mornin' sickness
Your dad was a motherfuckin' snitch, so nigga, you were born
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
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
Gangsta's Paradise do chuja a on nie jest Coolio
Prawie skończył z kulką we łbie w jednym z płytkich grobów
Zmienił branżę miał już dość chciał stabilizację
with one dude, you got beef with five guys
Ain't no going thru no drive-thru, but they gon' hit that drive-by, and bye, bye
One minute you got
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
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