[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
{*music starts*}
[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!
