Gangsta Rap lyrics

by

Kurupt


[Crooked I]
Yeah, it's that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go
I'm from a long lost tribe called "f*ck a Ho"
Come through in a new Chevy, droppin game like it's too heavy
Well for you suckers that's the ceiling
A metaphor for over ya head, dumb dumb
Speak to ya double O.G., that's where good game come from
Dogg Poundin

{*music starts*}

[Daz]
Six straight, six fo', L co's, missed it
Cause that's what one of us, n*gga don't touch it
The people of the side for the urban
I like to work for top, or make 'em work it
.. Whattup?! I see my n*ggas all in the cut
Layed back, actin a nut, waitin 'til we 'rupt
No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust
Let us do what we gotta do, it's f*ckin it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone
All alone roamin ya neighborhood at high exhaust
High stylin and profilin, n*ggas comin after me
(f*ck y'all) In actuality they face the technicality
(whattup dawg?) Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy
(hell yeah) On site a n*gga die for the salary (boo-ya!)
We the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalk
And we do what we do after dark (yeah!)
[Hook: Kurupt]
This is for the ballers - gangsta rap
What all the hoes love - gangsta rap
What the hoppin six-fo's do - gangsta rap
You could do what you want to - gangsta rap
Yeah, this is for the ballers - gangsta rap
What all the hoes love - gangsta rap
What the hoppin six-fo's do - gangsta rap
You could do what you want to - gangsta rap

[Crooked I]
n*gga, I buy new blocks for war
A few shots, a broad, that make you drop
Then I'mma pop two cops or more
I'm too hot, come through wit two proper whores
Playin 2Pac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks the Lord
Crooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train
Wearin a platinum chain striked with thang
It's the youth game, doin it big
You don't like it, you and yo' kid get you and the whip, sh*t
n*gga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships
Then shapeshift yo' facial "Matrix" like a facelift
So face it, y'all ain't nuttin to see
Ain't a n*gga dead or alive who f*ckin wit me
Keep the Death Row chains out
My left (?) connect so hard your head blow
Now let's blow brains out (uh-huh), just thought I had to warn ya
Don't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya (?), n*gga
[Hook]

[Kurupt]
Innie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo'
Ho you gotta go if you ain't takin off ya clothes
All I really wanna do is stick a di*k up in you
So fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz?
{*screech*} We the realist, kickin back, and feelin real chillin
Dope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump n*gga
It ain't nuttin to applaud (uh-huh)
Never slippin di*k n*gga, to the West then took it straight
"This kid's a psycho gramma!" f*ck a ho cous'
Took it, what it is, what it was
Blood, n*gga what it is, what is was
My n*ggas, California n*gga what it is
f*ck the rap game if you can't pay mayne
Obsessed with the West (West coast!), rack 'em shells
And we started off the motherf*ckin multi-platinum sales
Biatch!

[Hook 2X]

[Kurupt]
Gangsta rap.. gangsta rap
Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap
[Crooked I]
Yeah, two gangstas from radio
Kurupt - kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah
.. Biatch! Uhh!
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