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[Crooked I] Yeah, it`s that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go I`m from a long lost tribe called "Fuck a Hoe" Come through in a new Chevy, droppin game like it`s too heavy Well for you suckers that`s the ceiling A metaphor for over ya head, dumb dumb Speak to ya double O.G., that`s where good game come from Dogg Poundin
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[Daz] Six straight, six fo`, L co`s, missed it Cause that`s what one of us, nigga don`t touch it The people of the side for the urban I like to work for top, or make `em work it .. Whattup?! I see my niggaz all in the cut Layed back, actin a nut, waitin `til we `rupt No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust Let us do what we gotta do, it`s fuckin it up Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone All alone roamin ya neighborhood at high exhaust High stylin and profilin, niggaz comin after me (fuck y`all) In actuality they face the technicality (whattup dawg?) Let `em feel the battle, it was a tragedy (hell yeah) On site a nigga die for the salary (boo-ya!) We the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalk and we do what we do after dark (yeah!)
[Chorus: Kurupt] This is for the ballers - gangsta rap What all the hoes love - gangsta rap What the hoppin six-fo`s do - gangsta rap You could do what you want to - gangsta rap Yeah, this is for the ballers - gangsta rap What all the hoes love - gangsta rap What the hoppin six-fo`s do - gangsta rap You could do what you want to - gangsta rap
[Crooked I] Nigga, I buy new blocks for war A few shots, a broad, that make you drop Then I`ma pop two cops or more I`m too hot, come through wit two proper whores Playin Tupac Shakur, gettin `em blue socks the Lord Crooked I`s the name, man that boy just hopped off the train wearin a platinum chain striked with thang It`s the youth game, doin it big You don`t like it, you and yo` kid get you and the whip, shit Nigga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships Then shapeshift yo` facial "Matrix" like a facelift So face it, y`all ain`t nuttin to see Ain`t a nigga dead or alive who fuckin wit me Keep the Death Row chains out My left (?) connect so hard your head blow Now let`s blow brains out (uh-huh), just thought I had to warn ya Don`t come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya (?), nigga
[Chorus]
[Kurupt] Innie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do` or the flo` Hoe you gotta go if you ain`t takin off ya clothes All I really wanna do is stick a dick up in you So fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz? {*screech*} We the realist, kickin back, and feelin real chillin Dope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump nigga It ain`t nuttin to applaud (uh-huh) Never slippin dick nigga, to the West then took it straight "This kid`s a psycho gramma!" Fuck a hoe cous` Took it, what it is, what it was Blood, nigga what it is, what is was My niggaz, California nigga what it is Fuck the rap game if you can`t pay mayne Obsessed with the West (West coast!), rack `em shells And we started off the motherfuckin multi-platinum sales Biatch!
[Chorus 2X]
[Kurupt] Gangsta rap.. gangsta rap Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap
[Crooked I] Yeah, two gangstas from radio Kurupt - kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah .. Biatch! Uhh!
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