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Yeah nigg*... Westcoast
Westcoastin', floatin', oh so floatin'
nigg*!... G'z... Young Gotti
I'm like... fk a b*tch and fk you too
It's so many different things that i'm gon' do
Switches all fked up
Livin' in the '80's jackin' for Nissan trucks
A quarter piece to flip
It's me and Daz and two girls
I never gave a fk, nigg* Daz and Kurupt
They say this ain't the way to get rich!
I might as well get me a b*tch!
I don't get it, I take it
Put a glitch in the Matrix
Flip some bricks to strip ya b*tch naked
'Cause I just don't care, live from "G" square
Wit a vest and a cup to put in the air
nigg*... fk a b*tch and fk you too
What a punk mothafka like you gon' do?
... I holla'd at Dr. Dre, hit up Bigg Snoop
Wit the candy cut-cut perfectly on fued
It's on one, nah he said it's on two
On fifteen shells, ducked and detailed, de-railed
All you to want do
Do what the fk you want to do too
Get what ya got to get to get through
Light what ya wanna light to light fire
Big arsonist blew to white fire
Blast through ya home or blast to hit doors
cr*p like the cr*p table, Canaan Abel
I'm signed-out Sinatra, galactic Gallagher
Metaphysical, sixteen Calibur metallica
'Sane asylum shanker, big and little banker
Punk mothafka, mothafk, mothafka, yeah nigg*
We can go heads nigg*
You girls be hatin' nigg*, heard what I said nigg*
Lend me some bread nigg*, keep ya chest bust like lead
The fed nigg*, Daz and Fred nigg*
Kurupt Young Gotti, baby face Capone
We on Niastra, nigg* on the microphone
Never never have I ever gave a fk
Dat nigg* Daz Dillinger, Fred, Kurupt
And we do what the fk we want to do too
Get what we got to get to get through
And we blast what we got blast to get ours
Life of a gangsta in a world of stars
Light what ya wanna light to light fire
Big arsonist blew to white fire
Do what the fk you want to do too
Get what ya got to get to get through, through, through
Just do it... don't stop
Nate Dogg
All my on the Northside, getcha money right away
All my on the Southside, let 'em know that you don't play
And say them on the Eastside, ain't some you contest
Unless you stuck up in a time-warp, you all ready know about the West
They say them on the Northside, keep tabs on they skrill
All my on the Southside, try to make anotha meal
All my on the Eastside, make million dollar bills
All my on the Westside, been doin' this fo' years
Throw ya mothafkin' hands up somebody
Throw ya mothafkin' hood up somebody
What dem do, they ride
What dem do, they ride, ride
Throw ya mothafkin' hands up somebody
Throw ya mothafkin' hood up somebody
What dem do, they ride
What dem do, they ride, ride
Kurupt
Mac, Young Gotti, fk the world nigg*
Daz Dillinger, Fredwreck, Dogg Pound, L.A. life
on Beach world, 30 enemies cuz!
They tryna murder you, you know who I'm talkin' to nigg*!
2000, screech it on 'em, riders, the real riders
Dogg Pound Gangsta riders, hoodsies
