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Kurupt, Slip Capone, Tray D / C-Walk
Kurupt
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Yeah, this for the West Coast CD
Let me clear my throat
Check it out, check it out, check it out
We gonna drop it like this
Yeah, uh, yeah
This album is the best of both worlds (Kurupt, Daz Dilly)
This for the West Coast side (Young Gotti)
Don't forget about Tray Deee, and Slip Capone
This for the West Coast one
Saggin', nigga G'd up, sippin'
Sip nigga, dip nigga, set trip nigga
Gotta grip nigga, getta grip nigga with tha gang
And rollin' with the Alpine bangin'
Homie whatcha got? a couple sacs to sell
Went from weed to dope to max the sale
Hit a switch nigga, don't fuck around with bitch niggas
I'm a money cash nigga
Cash gettin', hash hittin'
Gang bang affiliate, hit a stick real quick
And in a minute start killin' shit real quick
I'm a million dollar motherfuckin' nigga (million dollar motherfuckin' nigga)
I thought you knew about it, 'bout it 'bout it do ya got it
Now tha homies 'bout it, I'm about to do this
Hit a lick then hit back with some new shit
Then have a gangster reunion, the homie told me (what he say?)
Get cha' boogie on youngsta, C-Walk homie
Get cha' walk on, C-Walk homie
C-Walk homie
C-Walk homie (get cha' walk on)
Yeah I'ma tell you like this Kurupt, you know how it was for me
Been regarded as the hardest since I hit the set
Young nigga with a rep, kept that gangsta step
Blue Croaker sacks or blue corduroy with house shoes on
Flossin' for the hoodrats gettin my groove on
Hangin' in the park till all hours of dark
Tryna catch a mark slippin' with this thing that bark
Cry baby on the swamp got the exit locked
And ain't no doubt comin' out he gon' wreck you not
Pass me the satin locs so I can wet my throat
While I sag the blue khakis with the Raider coat
All the hoes really want is gangstas just like us (mm-hmm)
Ruff and don't give a fuck ain't that right Kurupt (that's right)
Stay bangin' on these niggas on a regular basis
Big paper chasin', facin' felony cases
Made it to be famous, livin' hard and dangerous
Steppin' on these bustas with my blue Chuck Taylors
C-Walk homie
C-Walk homie
C-Walk homie (Hahaha, Hawthorne is in the house)
C-Walk homie (and we C-Walkin', ya dig it?)
C-Walk homie
You know that gangstas rock, gangstas roll
Here's the gangsta shit, we on a gangsta stroll
It's gangstas ride, gangstas slide
Then the gangstas rob with the gangsta glide
'Cause gangstas move, and gangstas groove
And most gangstas got nothin' to lose
Gangstas live, and gangstas die
Gangstas form a gang and the gang multiply
Gangstas give a fuck, a G don't ask why
Gangstas don't snitch, and gangstas don't cry
Gangstas boogie, gangstas don't dance
Gangsta pull the strap out cha' pants and blast
Gangstas don't run, and gangstas don't hide
I'm a gangsta ass nigga from the sick Southside
That's how I know exactly what a gangsta do
You love the gangsta shit, ain't you a gangsta too?
Then C-Walk homie (ha-ha)
C-Walk homie
Slip Capone, C-Walk homie
O.G. Tray Deee, C-Walk homie
Kurupt, that nigga Daz, Soopafly, now walk on 'em
C-Walk homie
C-Walk homie
Now walk on 'em
Kurupt, Young Gotti, Daz Dillinger
Super-duper Soopafly, Tray Deee, Slip Capone
Dogg Pound gangstas
We love the East Coast homie
But we West Coast, assassins
You gotta love us too
I'm from the East, but I moved to the West
That's where I grew up (uh-huh), you might ask Kurupt
Hey yo Kurupt, where you from?
That's where I let 'em know
I'm from the Dogg Pound, the gang, yeah
No disresprect to my other homeboys
No disrespect to the Bloods, you know
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