Gangsta Love lyrics

by

Eve


[Warren G]
Call me Dub-A-Double-R-E
N be the end last letter be the G
G be for Griffin, smithin, like Wesson
n*ggas, that be 'fessin
I'm crushin your whole chest and
In combat if they fat I'll skinny em
Six times the terror pass the Era to Millineum
G-Funk, bumpin in ya trunk
Call me bourgeoisie n*gga, LBC me n*gga

[RBX]
Straight from Long Beach
Where, we gets more naughtier than Comăneci
Can you say roundoff hand spring
Do ya triple somersault fools will be flipped I'm sure
Long Beach, right by the water
Respect is due when you walk through the border
Line, if you dont you might find your face in a gutter
Long Beach will get ya wets

[Kurupt]
The homey just whistled, gave us the signal
To act the fool with the pistols, pierce the gristle
One way out homey, in the cut
Heat c*cked, beef for weeks, heat for block
Techniques to rock, the blocks socks
Unorthodox, cannon c*cking bandit n*gga
I daily rock the planet n*gga
Scope out the vicinity, start seperatin(what?)
Those thats cool and those hatin
Every n*gga in between
Got 5 seconds to evacuate the scene (yeah)
Hit the stash (n*gga)
n*gga what the f*ck you wanna do
Talk, blast, n*gga think fast, fast fast
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Hit a n*gga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love
Hit a n*gga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love
Hit a n*gga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love
Hit a n*gga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love

[Warren G]
Lets go to war, no, not with guns
Blast you with heat, original beats they run
Fast and faster, Master like P
Or you can just say, Master Warren G
I'm bout it bout it, highly touted
And I doubt it
If I let another n*gga take my tracks and re re-route it
I truck more styles, like my Yukon I puke on
The rest of these n*ggas, trying to contest

[RBX]
Hold up, who's speaking of contest, no, none of that
We get gats beats technique rat tat tat tat
Splat, and ya flat, pure satisfac
X marks the spot of the brutal venacular
You drinks down like dracula
Listen here buddy you'll be found left bloody
Its the beach n*gga, straight up
Before ya hate, get ya weight up
Or get wet up now what up
[Kurupt]
Yeah, yeah OGs
My n*gga Warren G, uh huh
Thats my OG
My n*gga Nate Dogg, my n*gga Snoopy, my n*gga RBX
They're my OGs, my real OGs

You up against the aces n*gga
It all takes place in many places n*gga
Several different faces n*gga
The streets can watch me n*gga
But the streets is up against Kurupt Momar Khadafi n*gga
OG, juggernaut, jagged edge, homey two to the head
As the sprinkle spread
Death will kiss ya, f*ck around with the Militia
Stalking till the big homey Nate walked in

[Nate Dogg]
Same old n*ggas in the same old place
Long Beach city is where I was raised
I keep my heater right by my side
Won't stop mashin till I get my prize
Even if you blind we can make you see
The perfect combination Nate and Warren G
When we bust we hit em everytime
Ain't no secret its about that time
To
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Hit a n*gga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love
Hit a n*gga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love
Hit a n*gga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love
Hit a n*gga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love
Gangsta love
Gangsta love
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net