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
Get 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 see-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 'cause ( 2 x) WOOO WOOOO!

I feel a woo comin on 'cause ( 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)

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Writer(s): AL MCKAY, MARVIN WHITEMON, MAURICE WHITE, PHILIP JAMES BAILEY, RICARDO EMMANUEL BROWN