Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Livin Gangsta Like, artist - Daz Dillinger. Date of issue: 30.04.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Livin Gangsta Like |
| Yeah Yeah |
| Gangsta like, uh huh |
| To all my O.G.'s and all my Y.G.'s |
| Daz Dillinger, Daz kurupt (dat nigga daz!) |
| I move bricks of yae, I freeze it with ice |
| I keep my business separate from my personal life |
| Me and my niggas hustle enough, move enough weight |
| To buy real estate, vehicles, paper weights, straight |
| Little niggas try to calculate the money I make |
| I ain’t having it, I keep the gauge cocked in the kitchen cabinet |
| Grabbing it for any altercation |
| catch a permanent vacation fucking with the son of satan |
| And I ain’t waiting for the one time to catch me Arrest me, arraign me, humiliate then stress me |
| I’m at the crib trying to chill with my little kid |
| Had everything in controlled or at least I thought I did |
| Telephone rang, when I answered then they hung up Three niggas kicked the front door with they guns up, |
| Cover my son up, and let the lead off |
| Get the pump to pumping, Xzibit took them niggas heads off (BITCH!) |
| We living gangsta like (living the gangsta life) |
| Living the gangsta’s life (living the gangsta life) |
| We living gangsta like (living the gangsta liiiiiife) |
| Living the gangsta’s life |
| I wake up five in the morning, smoke a sac to the head |
| Sneak out the back, grab a strap, and dock and dogging the feds |
| Slanging hanging on the corner regulating the hood |
| Banging and robbing transporting the goods (nigga) |
| Popping and bugging up on the cell in my pocket |
| Grab my strap and cock it and see my homie hopping the fo’s |
| Watch the young ho’s jocking that gangsta life |
| Niggas is heated down to dump on site |
| Nah, I just swerve the boulavard and maintain the status of a G Cuz ain’t nothing but the hog in me Niggas around my way don’t get along with me (why?) |
| Because they jelous that I’m clocking more than thirty G’s |
| Nigga, cocaine and weed was a main factor in my life, I’m coming up |
| I’m running on anybody who post and ran up Everybody in my family path was jail |
| Heaven and hell, that’s where my homies 'ill dwell |
| STRAIGHT GANGSTA! |
| What would you do if you could |
| Get with my crew, baby |
| What would you do if you could down with the dog pound |
| Gangstas, just let it all go no games |
| No snitching allowed, spitting no names |
| I’m G… and You ain’t… |
| I can… and you can’t… |
| Ever since you dropped names, your out of sight |
| Snitching on your homeboys, that ain’t right |
| I always grew up since eighteen and up With something to throw up, what hood we threw up? |
| (Dogg Pound Gangstas) |
| Blast backs at times we got bust at Turn around, bust back then scat |
| Moving on up to the top of the map |
| Cuz gangstas 'ill be here 'till the curl come back |
| This is our world, land of the gangsta macks |
| Controlled by the blue and red rags |
| Out here we ain’t into ice |
| Just banging, dice, and the gangsta life |
| Bridge X3 |
| We live the gangsta life, live the gangsta life, we live the gangsta life |