Lyrics:
a nigga on the flip duke
I'll flip you, you must be smokin' dip fool
Nothin' but a bitch fool
Means, means you a original gangsta
Understand pure
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
Times is changing, young niggas is aging
Becoming O.Gs in the game and changing
To make way for these new
Get gangsta girl
Gangsta
(Repeat 4X)
[Foxy Brown]
Still reppin the K gun in the waist
Hit by the Neptunes
Throw in that bass
Yeah y'all niggas
stressin' me
Before you be restin' in peace
On the West we OK Corral
Real talk nigga that's how it go down
Yeah, we can set it straight
Dogg Pound Gangstas
On Christmas Eve I dreamed I traveled all around the earth
And in my dream I saw and heard the ways the different people hail the king
Whose star
who play them games
You can check my gangsta files
I been putting in work since 1985
Got an angel by my side
All my demons always beggin' me
with the gangsta shit
Y'all don't wanna - fuck around with the gangsta shit
Fuck around with the gangsta shit
[Scarface]
I refuse to be shorted, I
Behind that bush and when they roll by we jump out the bush make a push
Bustin' why they runnin' buckin' everything comin' murda why'all ain't said
got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watchin' got me chasin'
By six he's out of bed, she makes his coffee sweet
He grabs his boots and his coat
Leaves a note that says, 'I love you'
And runs to catch a bus
the children played
One child was me
And I still believe that's how it's meant to be
[CHORUS]
On Christmas eve
All around the world
Everybody's wishes are
Threw switches on this blick
But, when he blick 'em, they be glitchin'
Be discrete an keep yo' distance
When it get greasy you can't fix it
Don't be
On Christmas Eve someone lays down
In a cheap motel room, all alone.
He takes a drag from his cigarette
And falls asleep, with the TV on.
Meanwhile
to Camrose
I wanna be there
wherever you come from
By the tracks I'm gonna follow
cnd it's such a sure thing
By tomorrow
Goodbye just won't do
I'm coming soon
can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching got me chasing dreams
I'm
they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching got me
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin and on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Sicx over top
Diggin in
There once was a kid by the name of Dave
Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed
He paid no attention to the shit
That was taught to him
Always
grinning ear-to-ear
Cause Santa soon will be on his way
With flying reindeer and a big, red sleigh
But Christmas Eve comes first, not Christmas Day
Just stay
Wife-wife(yea-e-yea-ah), wife-wife(o-ooo-oh)
A gangsta wife(Say that's all I need...), down to ride(...in my life)
Wife-wife(is a gangsta wife...), wife-wife(...by my
just what I like
Oh now I got a plan, I hope you gonna be my man
I can see us cushy in the house right by the ocean sand
And when I wanna cry, I
At Christmas Eve, tomorrow's near
I hope that love will bring you here, home for a while
I'll make the best of what's for me
But I would love you
Hallow, cll Hallow's Eve,
Enchanting, romancing--the way it should be.
Everyone will be out walking the streets at night,
They will be out looking for
mobbin' while we lynchin'
Stay independent, on a mission
By the way did I mention? (Keep it gangsta, nigga!)
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Move on,
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