Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Vocabulary, artist - DJ Pooh. Date of issue: 03.03.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsta Vocabulary |
| (Cause I’m a gangster, and you’re not |
| You’re a sucker, and I rock |
| Wind it up) --] Just-Ice |
| Fresh out my khaki fatigues |
| All you B.G.'s, you little leagues |
| ??? |
| run deep down in my genetic code, my DNA, frequent |
| Travellin, goin in and out, a juvenile delinquent |
| Meat-colored so you know I got a heart |
| Automatically, but I made it far |
| In the game, fame, fortune, get an abortion |
| You niggas want beef, I feed it to you raw in tiny, small portions |
| The lyrical composition has been composed by and written |
| Spitten, created for the part of use only if it’s hard-hittin |
| West Coast section comin through droppin bombs from all directions |
| Primary candidate assassinated at the '96 elections |
| I told you before, the war, settle the score |
| With heavy metal, the rebel |
| Takin off like the Space Shuttle |
| Makin MC’s smash on the gas pedal |
| Maintain, hold it down, claim the victory over the golden crown |
| Crowd around and history explains the names |
| Of those that fell off the sound |
| Overload the circummode, malfunction in the mic’s membrane |
| Radioactivity cause electricity in the cloud to make it rain |
| And have you wet, dripping, flipping, slipping |
| In the West slopes, Zoo Tribe representing |
| Flipping through my dictionary |
| This is what we label as Gangsta |
| (Vo-Vo-)Vocabulary (3x) |
| I prefer to take trips, circle the atmosphere and make chips |
| Then sit back, gangbang on you niggas with major clips |
| Championships mostly, put Hennessy to my lips costly |
| As we announce the new grand prize winners |
| Zoo Tribe finna take the trophy |
| Wreck shit give me migrane, stop, pause, I need Tylenol, Codeine |
| Extra-strength kill the pain quick ??? |
| light it all in a flame |
| Let it burn, let that be a lesson learned, turn |
| Back toward the ghetto |
| Had to blast past the last level to get respect earned |
| I received my diploma for bein no joke, no baloner |
| Just to let you know when you walk upon a professional microphoner |
| Rap creature, the Zoo keepers execute the beats featured |
| Transmittin signals through your stereo, thumpin through your speakers |
| I have to force the toys, not the boys |
| Makin all that irritatin noise |
| Your forbidden styles ain’t allowed |
| Drop the mic, nigga, watch out |
| Tell them suckers they gotta bail, no entourage personel |
| Goes beyond this point, funky joint, toxic, chemical smells |
| Modern-day technology cuts like biology |
| Retire you and your co-workers, nothin personal, just company policy |
| Trace you like when the feds be lookin for ya |
| Cause groups to catch paranoia |
| You can hear a 100 footsteps mobbin, that’s the Zoo Tribe warriors |
| Shoot ya with a rhyme from the past and sendin it to the future |
| When I wreck to play Rock Steady, you can barely beat the computer |
| Circle like the drive-through, pull up your automobile and park |
| Excuse me, ma’am |
| Would you like to purchase some fresh produce we call the bomb? |
| Sick shiznit, fertilize the beat, get it pregnant |
| But that’s another episode of another whole entirely different segment |
| I’m zooin, crocodiles bite my styles chewin |
| Their style is played out, old, rusty, dusty, ancient, ruined |
| (Cause I’m a gangster and you’re not) |
| Stompin for eternal with my nigga |
| The Mister Deadly Threat |
| And y’all know who I am |
| The Original Gangsta Deee |
| And that’s how we doin it |
| From '97 to eternity |