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K-9 - Too Gangsta for Radio

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(Intro)
Welcome... Detriot, Michigan
We`re here at the national Khu Klux Klan Rally
Today we`re gonna welcome one of our newest members
His name`s Eminem
His clan name`s gon` be Marshall Mathers
Heh, he, ha, I like it
Anyways, ugh... Now the honorable grand dragon is gonna be presidin`
Lookey here, boy, from now on you`re gon` be a nigger lover, boy
Smile, you`re gonna be a God-damned rap star
You`re gon` get off your ass, and get on your Trojan, boy
And you gon` sell more records than them NIGGERS ever will!
You hear me?
You gon` get with Dr. Gay
N, W... with a dick is his mouth
N, W, AIDS... I don`t give a shit
You gon` hustle your ass off, boy
Cause when they kissin` your ass, they kissin` the Klan`s ass
And when they suckin` YO dick, they suckin` Hitler`s dick
Just remember one thing, boy...
Every God-damned dollar you make,
well, that`s just another dollar for the Klan

(Song starts)

(Intro)
What?!
My nigga Vic rest in peace, my nigga (rest in peace, Vic)
Yeah... Much love, nigga (much love)
You know there`s no love, nigga
(fuckin` haters.. ain`t no love for no haters)
Yeah... My niggas encarcerated
(all of my niggas encarcerated, keep yo head up)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, K-9...
Since it`s your moment to shine on this motherfuckin` record,
why don`t you show them how we keep it out West?

(Chorus)
Gangsta`d out
For all my riders in the streets
We gangsta`d out
Still haulin` after police
We`re Gangsta`d out
You niggas know what we about
We gangsta`d out
We keep it gangsta`d out
Gangsta`d out
To all my niggas c-walkin`
We gangsta`d out
To all my niggas b-walkin`
We`re gangsta`d out
You niggas know what we about
We gangsta`d out
We keep it gangsta`d out

(Verse 1)
Smoke one for me if tomorrow never happens
Cause I`ll probably go out blazin`, in a gun fight
Cause I only got one life (sup, nigga?!)
And I`ma do what I choose, to live it
Mash, murder for cash
And pray to God this ain`t our last
Days on earth (my... nigga)
You`s a bitch for what she worth, and split
You see our cats represent
If you a mack, let`s get bent, nigga
Pull out our pot on the corner
For all my doggs in a coma
Who died in California
From Inglewood to Watts (woo! woo!) From L.A. to the Bay
Pacoima and San Bernardino, Latinos and Filipinos
Puerto Rican hotties, lovin them big bodies
Escalate trucks... tearin` the turf up at rallies where we meet up
So roll the weed up (what up, nigga?)
Parkin` lot packed, and polishin` acts
Q 45`s, if finished, my niggas sent us to win it
Like gold bend it, scrilla we spend it
Cash, Yola, the game ain`t over
Hold up, soldier

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
First ones to gaffle 6-4 cut, sag the khakis on creases (yeah)
Brought the gangster to the rap game, and tore that shit to pieces (ugh)
First to rock the ace duece, with the matches `round the rim
The diamond in the middle, first to pend a `hood film
Labeled The Menace to Society, my Boys up In the Hood
Gangsta rap starts, first to fuck with Hollywood, yeah
It`s killa Cali, the gangsta rap capitol
And rollin` through my `hood, boy, you better duck for the ???
True gangsta niggas... And boy, they quick to kill ya (ba!)
Lay that ass out, you backin` out? Yeah, I feel ya (uh-huh)
We keep it hard, ain`t no cuts up in our `brow
Yeah, he`s alright, but, um... He dies now (whew!)
The gangsta motto... Two niggas hard to follow

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