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Gangsta nigga! To all the homies, (for all the homies) No bitch-ass niggas allowed, No bitches allowed (We goin' do it like this) Kurupt, Young Godi, Check it out Gangsta, gangsta, I'm a G from the D That's what the ridahs see I'ma get a quarter-mil, quarter-inch with the deal Come through, grey and blue I'ma show you what I do, where I hang the shit Dogg Pound Gangstaville, in the cut, nigga what I'ma slip through, If you trip, I'ma trip too SongtexteGet a bitch to strip til' the homies dick through Got my nigga Slip too And I got a whole eighth of "woo" and that's all we need Til' we hit the next spot, cause when I flew in I knew it's bout' to be a G-ed up reunion Ain't no words to express this song Cause one day ya here, and the next ya gone This goes out to the homies And this is straight from the heart and true and this one's for you! (Chorus) This one's for you! Yah. This one's for you! This one's for you! Wooah. This one's for you! (Give it up nigga, give it up fool) Hollered at one of the homies the other day He said son ??? and then he looked the other way Turned back and draw, and all ya saw, was a vision of himself He choked and in the ??? I just paused the lab, that's some familiar shit Cause the other day I dreamt up some similar shit So I tell him I love ya and stay safe then I skates To a whole different hood where different shit takes place I been G, since the age of 18 When I first ran in the heaters, 9 millimeters Get the cash and sprunt, all the homies mash as one Took the bong and smoke deez hundred spokes Holla at the big homeboy C-Style Haven't seen him in awhile, so I pops the stash Pull out the ???, shrooms and hash I didn't think niggas could last Cause ain't nuttin' fuckin' wit Kurupt and Daz (Chorus) I feel a woo comin on cuz ( 2 x) WOOO WOOOO! I feel a woo comin on cuz ( 2 x) There I was, When I talk about history, or psychology, or biology We talk about DPology, Gology, a Gs and all the Gs Gs in rare form, Cs in rare form I gots visions, ammunitions load up a ??? storm Stack up the cut just like bustas Heaters cocked back for all you muthafuckas that's trying touch us I got licks to hit, put that ass on crutches Conceal the glock, pancakes stop and drop Blown, hold up, what's goin' on? My man Capone got a hold of his own Hoppin in fo's, slammin' Cadillac do's wit a gang of hoes Could we put hoes nigga Banged out, this is for the niggas who bang Kurupt's the name, nigga you know the game Snoop Dogg's the name, nigga you know the game Dat Nigga Daz the name, you know exactly what we claim Heaters cocked back get scorched just like flames Dope in the wind, indo and hair The gang nigga (Chorus til fade) Aus Songtexte Mania