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[Mack 10] Yo, somethin dangerous man... (gangstaa...)
[Chorus] Woooo, do you wanna pimp wit this guy Do a buck on a ninety-five Run with them hookers when they payin sheen Talk of sex-appeal, I was born gangsta... Shittt, don`t play wit me, and in the game I`m as real as they come Threw the knife, baby, out of the sun Even a susperstar, Cuz I`m a gangsta...
[W.C.] Now let`s get one thing straight You fuckin with a nigga thats liable to catch a case I`ll turn ya birthday into your worst day Bitch I`ll have you on a high-speed chase on the first day Umm, try `n throw, I`m so, affiliated This greenery got me sedated, I`m feelin faded Hood life, the life of a robber on chrome wires n switches A nigga wit mo` crimes to riches A ghetto jumpstart, Post it up with the tiny homies in my momma`s front yard A hood pioneer, can`t function without the smell of gunpowder And fish fryin` in the air I`m a sheist nigga, Check for ice nigga Bitch, You got the wrong nigga if you want a nice nigga I`m Dub C, fuck a MC, catch me in a MC on a buck twenty, Bitch fuck wit me...
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[Ice Cube] Some bitches don`t believe I can spit that `Izm Till they wind up wit dick all in `em. Till they find theyself pullin` off denim Intoxicated, off this venom I kick game, big game, Nickname Insane, Ice Cube spit flame Yall niggaz gone feel it down-range Body feel strange (Blah!!) No brain I`m a throwback, that know how a gangsta do it and a hoe` act Get off tha dick if you don`t wanna blow dat Cuz bitches trip the Bulls, act like Prozac. Now there`s Gangsta-ism, and tribalism I`m only fuckin, wit survivalism Fo-fo to the do` is my religion, Now wha`s yours Pray, before I bust yours...
[Chorus] Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, gangsta... Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, I`m a gangsta...
[Mack 10] Every time I come around bitches starin at me Point nigga Mack 10 from the Dub S-C Wit a L.A. fitted hat and a fresh white tee Fulla flair and pizzazz but I`m a straight up G Cocky cuz I`m rich, look good and I know it But I`m confused on what to be, a deep boy or poet Head is mandatory, bitch, there`s so much to blow it If I do fall for you I refuse to show it So if you think I ain`t pimpin, Man that shit is absurd I stay hard on `em, fulla `izm, fuck what chu heard You say you down for me, shit but thats only words Wanna show me love bitch, I wanna play wit a bird So regardless of the weather, bitch don`t get the chedda` And keep big daddy ridin` two-three`s or betta Wood on the dash wit the peanut-butta` leather And like that Al Qaeda love we can blow up togetha`, Holla...
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Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, gangsta... Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, I`m a gangsta...
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