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B-Legit, Kurupt, Mack 10 / Where The Gangstas At
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Gangsta time
Where all my gangstas at?
Gangsta vlle
Where all my gangstas at?
You know it ain't a gangsta ville without a dog pound
And a hog nigga, yea, special dedication
To all my gangsta niggas and to all my gangsta bitches
I'm sick with it though, check it out
I used to mash through the crowd
Makin' bitches wonder damn that nigga B-Legit's the man
It was 65 grand for the land
450, four by four, hit the strip slow
Windows on tint so they can't look in
It's me the kingpin hit and Mac-10
On a trip about to hit up the 6, should I give up
Them niggas run up, they fucked, now what
Huh, who's that? That nigga, Kurrupt
G'z up, hoes down, motherfucker blaze up
D.P.G.C. motherfucker G'd up
In all blue and gray all day always
Let the dogs loose motherfucker
Hear the barking see the homies C-walking gangsta talkin'
Bitches low on dick often very often
Lil' bitch (bitch) a hundred and thirty-five pounds of all dick
I keep the house, always stoppin' them dubs to the bay
Finna fuck with B cousin and E for Tay
From my hood to yo' town, it's all about the cash
Got the check and the hoe checkin' off in the stash
Don't worry 'bout Nathan, we out there slangin'
Mac an' Kurrupt stay down for who bangin'
Keep a fat sack of dope an' fo'-sho' I'm Dealy
Maine, the first foo crossin' fo'-sho', I'll kill 'em
Where the gangstas at? Where the gangstas at?
Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at
Where the gangstas at? Where the gangstas at?
Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at
Where the gangstas at? Where the gangstas at?
Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at
Where the gangstas at? Where the gangstas at?
Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at
We gon' keep it gangsta ain't go to pop
Push the six double-Os and the 'Rarri drop
Get the two tickets spread on top of the hill
Niggas bellin' 'em chucks, makin' over a mill'
Keep the studio full of groupie hoes and chooses
In the gut bruises an' three time losers
Mac-10, still thuggin', that's what's expected
And I vow to keep it ruff as long as I'm connected
Man, I don't give a fuck about a bitch
Man, I won't ever, ever give 'em shit
I hit the switch about five times
Then I make a switch and bust five rhymes
Swerve with a homie that can serve five verbs
Man that's the life then go home to my wife
With my pistol, can't dispose us
Retire a nigga, now I'm a let my girl write my first verse
I hear it's funk on board, they need to let that go
Got killers gettin' down for a brick of snow
And for the right doe have your head chopped
Tag the drug, bitch you fuckin' with thugs
No time for pleasures, I got mills to buy judges
They rush us, tryin' to get too fast to touch us
They bust us, no, we all burn for scraps
So tell me where the homies and my gangstas at
Where the gangstas at? Where the gangstas at?
Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at
Where the gangstas at? Where the gangstas at?
Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at
Where the gangstas at? Where the gangstas at?
Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at
Where the gangstas at? Where the gangstas at?
Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at
Where the gangstas at? Where the gangstas at?
Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at
Where the gangstas at? Where the gangstas at?
Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at
Where the gangstas at? Where the gangstas at?
Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at
Where the gangstas at? Where the gangstas at?
Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at
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