Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Nation, artist - Fredwreck. Date of issue: 05.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsta Nation |
| This game right here is rough as fuck |
| These hoes out here about the bucks |
| These fools out here afraid to bust |
| I have no fear, afraid of what |
| And with my peers I’m comin' up |
| Fools talk real loud but don’t run up |
| When we come through they’ll run’n’duck |
| We still right here so what the fuck |
| Nigga I’m tired of these niggas barking that shit talkin' that shit |
| From the concrete when they chalkin' that shit |
| And videos in a bitch pose and a throw back |
| Holdin' a gat ain’t gon' bust and know that |
| It’s a Dub-S-C thang WC brain |
| And we don’t fuck with niggas in khaki G-strings |
| Fuck moving I’m clearing the crowd |
| It’s the hoo-banging bandanna cri-mi-ni-mi-nal |
| The ori-gi-nal |
| Evacuate the building bitch here come a plane |
| No, it’s the mad ass Westside Connect Gang |
| And fuck what you playing nigga this who bang |
| With enough game to drive a swear bitch insane |
| And we number-one gunners no we ain’t stunners |
| It’s real with us homie, killers and drug runners |
| And Mack need a D-board in a H2 Hummer |
| Looking hotter than a motherfucking L.A. summer |
| Let’s go |
| This game right here is rough as fuck |
| These hoes out here about the bucks |
| These fools out here afraid to bust |
| I have no fear, afraid of what |
| And with my peers I’m comin' up |
| Fools talk real loud but don’t run up |
| When we come through they’ll run’n’duck |
| We still right here so what the fuck |
| What the fuck is Ice Cube talking about? |
| That’s how you get these nuts parked in you mouth |
| Westside ride bitch, the same old shit |
| I don’t conversate with pussy I ain’t gon' get |
| I don’t holler at these hoes that sing like Ashante |
| Body like Beyoncé, face like Andre (uh) |
| Bitch you kinda strangé |
| But I’m rich so my entré |
| Got to be bomb grade |
| Have you seen us, naw |
| Haters can’t see us |
| Connect Gang we the G’est nigga |
| Countless calls and countless charges |
| Street niggas making blunts out of Cuban cigars |
| Big by the linnas hypnotic by the liters |
| With a flock of hoes on us |
| 'Cause the chronic is the greenest |
| And to my niggas incarcerated and on probation |
| I’m 'a stay bagging for the whole G Nation nigga |
| This game right here is rough as fuck |
| These hoes out here about the bucks |
| These fools out here afraid to bust |
| I have no fear, afraid of what |
| And with my peers I’m comin' up |
| Fools talk real loud but don’t run up |
| When we come through they’ll run’n’duck |
| We still right here so what the fuck |
| It’s a gangsta nation if you’re in you’re a G |
| And the whole world influence by the B and the sea |
| Now tell the truth rappers you don’t ball like me |
| 'Cause I’m really from the gang you all is industry |
| And while I’m serving up and coming young hustlers and gluckas |
| Banging for the hood causing havoc and ruckus |
| You niggas at the label kissing ass like suckers |
| And you’re bitches. |
| So, sit down when you piss motherfuckin' |
| One thing I do know I ain’t the uno |
| Big puno rap sumo on pruno (you know) |
| I’d like to thank the congregation |
| In my affiliation to the gangsta nation |
| I’m hard on them, yeah, I’m ruthless |
| You like a stick pussy, nigga, you’re useless |
| You know the side bitch, better get up on it |
| 'Cause it must be a single with Nate Dogg singing on it |
| Look here, mate |
| Check this shit out, mate, look |
| You might as well say «Fuck it"and join this Westside thang, mate |
| 'Cause we got a motherfucking gangsta nation going over here |
| And once you join this shit you as G as can motherfucking be |
| Believe that, homie. |
| Look |
| It ain’t a hit 'til Nate Dogg spit |
| This game right here is rough as fuck |
| These hoes out here about the bucks |
| These fools out here afraid to bust |
| I have no fear, afraid of what |
| And with my peers I’m comin' up |
| Fools talk real loud but don’t run up |
| When we come through they’ll run’n’duck |
| We still right here so what the fuck |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| (Consider this an invitation to my gangsta nation) |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| Bitch you know the side |
| We’re world-motherfucking-wide |