Lyrics:
to smoking mafia bags
Went from sometimes to smoking all in the bath
And Lord knows I might host the Weed Award Show
[Snoop Dogg]
I'm looking for the 105
Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters
With a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is
And to my G's incarcerated and on probation
I'ma stay bagin
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
Tu mir den gefalln und bleib Gangsta,
Das heißt mach genau das was du denkst, klar.
Steig in den Wagen zeig mir die Straßen
Ganxtaville wir rasen.
Tu
h-town livin’
On a Friday By Ur Side chillin
Sharp like Big Pokey and Cactus Jack
ADH-adding up my money long as practice lasts
L on my hat, but we’re
nonstop to the NYC
Warren G, with the gangsta three's, oooh wee!
[Warren G]
And the win, on the 7-10 southbound
Duece and gin, getting guzzled down by
Drop to coupes new foreign whips big drip
Just left the casino I'm stacking up chips big drip
Big drip big drip car on my wrist
Big drip big drip
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
I'm bussing, who beefing, just listen, I'm teaching, I'm preaching, no deacon,
What's up funk, what's up groove, what's up hood, what's up gangsta
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass
can't trust me
I'm too ugly
And my nose stay runny
And the curls stay bummy
I love me some rummy
All in the sunny
Now she said now I'm a little pokey like
of Milli-Vanilli
motherfuckers are being murdered by the Big Bad Wolf
Got 'em all under pressure
[Chorus]X2
[Tech N9ne]
Hey motherfucker hey motherfucker hey
to fuck a bitch
And by that time next year they y'all know me
Hex the Master, The R.O.C. and Blaze ya Dead Homie
(They call that gangsta)
What I'm
Man Weezy's a legend (yeah)
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level that's so terrific
I'm in
and a semi
I'm ridin in a big truck, I know that auto got a hemi
I'm blowin purple stuff, that's purple stuff up in my kidney
[Verse 5 - Chamillionaire -
it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my fo'-heata beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West coast (West coast)
I keep it on post
of that gangsta funk
Some of that ghetto funk, ha
Call it what you want, just don't forget the G, haha
The motherfuckin' Dogg Pound in the house
Now
it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my fo'-heata beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West coast (West coast)
I keep it
his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
the big diamonds
We mainly focus on the old schools with big blocks lying
And I been around the world in one day
Chucking up the deuce for S.A.
I'm a hood
I'm out here all day
From when you hear the sounds of the car skidding
Then start dickin, gangsta from start to the finish
Whats up - never
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