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Kurupt
Now this side gangsta walk (say what?)
And this is how gangsta's talk (like that?)
Breakdown: Kurupt
Tell 'em how we do, tell 'em what we do
This is what we do nigg* - gangsta's talk!
Tell 'em one more time - gangsta talk!
All the homies in the hood - gangsta talk!
Kurupt
To my nigg* Eastwood - gangsta talk!
Kurupt and Daz - gangsta talk!
Gangsta's ride, uhh, do what gangsta's do
Bandanna hangin from the rear view
Too smart, know them up, hold 'em up (though)
We could go head up, and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose, callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
mad Dogg bumpin a bank account (wood)
But I don't recognize the busta
So I hit up the hood, wit one hand on the heater
The other in the air, Dogg Pound gangsta's yo, we don't care
I gots to watch myself - especially my health, before anything else
My life, my wealth, I'ma G, and I do what gangsta's do
And they do it like me and my G Tray Deee
Snoop Dogg
b*tch talkin s**t, huffin a dip
Call up my and say "Yo, don't even trip"
DAZ and my nigg* Kurupt
Came through and a MC scooped me up
Aiiyo, I got the ? I usually does
Young Gotti in the back seat fked up cous'
Man it's ashame how my gang-gang-bang
No disrespect but, hey, we want thangs
In the ? lets see what quest ? seas
Eightball slippin, Dogg Pound trippin
Back in the mo', where we don't give a fk
My baby brother NYA, and just he got stuck
By them same motherfkers who supposed to be killin me
Peelin me, and ya ain't feelin me
Bad news, seem to travel fast
When you on the mask, and all about'cha cash
All my in the ?, gangsta talk
And all my homies sippin Hen', gangsta talk
If ya can't get out, and you mad as hell
Say "bia*ch," that'll make ya sound for real
Daz Dillinger
Haha..
fk wit us we, gon' hurt somebody
fk wit us we, gon' hurt somebody
Only gone, Dillinger, Young Gotti
fk wit us we, gon' hurt somebody
Cha-pow! Layin all these wack down
Churned out, blowned out, work high, hell
Whattup? I see my all in the cut
Layed back, actin a nut, waitin 'till we 'rupt
No remorse, as we bust, let her feel the dust
Let 'em do what we gotta do, fkin s**t up
Let it be known - Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone
And all alone through ya neighborhood at high exhaust
High stylin and profilin, comin after me
In actuality they face the technicality
Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy
Everywhere a nigg* die for the salary
Pray to God, pray to Lord, watch after me
Prepair the back sniff streets mentality
It's the gang and we mad and we walk and we stalk
and we do what we do after dark
keep doin what the fk they gotta do
and we do what we do when we mash wit our crew b*tch (ssh!)
Dillinger, willin ya and killin ya
Doin what I gotta do, it's blood that I'm spillin ya (yeah)
All over your floor; tell the fat guy "Ignore"
Break down your door and let kick ya one more!
Gangsta strait out! (b*tch)
To the flat like that
Like whaaat, like this, like whaaat
(like this, like that)
Kurupt Now this is how gangsta's walk
And this is how gangsta's talk
Daz Whattup!?
Breakdown
Kurupt
The homie Big Style, gangsta talk
The homie Tray Deee, gangsta talk
Yeah Bad Azz, gangsta talk
The homie Technique, gangsta talk
Supafly, gangsta talk
Kurupt and Daz, gangsta talk
All my hoes, gangsta talk
All my girls, gangsta talk
All the homies, gangsta talk
Tell 'em on more time, gangsta talk
bia*ch! Gangsta talk..
Snoop Dogg
Yeah, this is how the gangsta's talk
Yeah, yeah, gangsta walk
All the real G's out there
I know you gettin yo gangsta walk on right now
Y'know all the real mack's out there
gettin they gangsta talk on right now
Yeah, DPG, as you can see
We in the place to see
We not talkin 'bout history, or biology
We just talkin 'bout g-eology
Strait up, gangsta walkin
We just gangsta talkin
DPG - we're gangsta's meant the world go..