Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song V-Dog And Da Gangsta , by - Gangsta Blac. Release date: 11.11.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
V-Dog And Da Gangsta |
| Stressed in the party back and now I’m the one that took to long |
| Can it be I’m crunk and or is it that Big Chug is passin' on |
| Family, friends, hoes, all ah my niggas ridin' rollie vogues |
| Ridin' pass me hollerin' at me bury me a snizote hoe |
| Hard headed nigga bitch, die by the trigger trick |
| Chillin' wid my nigga Slick, kickin' pimpin' on a brick |
| Every f**kin' day, Parkway chiefin' plenty hay |
| What ya gotta say, Gabay where a nigga stay |
| V-Dog's comin' at ya wid the mind of lunatic |
| Bitch you cannot f**k with this, standin' with the pistol grip |
| Loadin' up my shells, I smells me an enemy |
| Damn if a nigga don’t die 'fore he get to me |
| Ride with the Luger let it go, let it f**kin' go |
| Man if for bricks, aww shit, we be in this hoe |
| Down 'til we die, stay high never f**kin' play |
| Killers on the realer motherf**ka South Parkway |
| Hook: |
| V-Dog plus the gangsta done kick that bitch in |
| Damn man, them f**kin' niggas done struck again |
| (Call the police and tell them watch your back) |
| (Verse 2: V-Dog) |
| We from the South part ah town where the police we hate |
| Ah lotta niggas die young ah lotta bitches get raped |
| So if you violate fool, your ass we gon' chase |
| Nail ya coffin' up, blow, shoot bricks in ya face |
| This shit is serious motherf**ka, so bitch listen up |
| South Memphis in this bitch fool and we clickin' up |
| Real niggas out the midnight roamin' the streets |
| It’s nuthin' but real around |
| None ah you hoes won’t get chance to sleep |
| So close them curtains, and make sure all them doors locked |
| Cause when we rush up in that bitch fool somebody gon' drop |
| Call the police motherf**ka, we don’t give a f**k |
| You betta have a cellular phone cause all them phone lines is cut |
| Lock your door, a note left on the dresser |
| Face down on the floor, is where I left her |
| Changed clothes in the alley, my body was numb |
| Call the Gangsta, yeah fool the job is done |
| Hook |
| (Verse 3: Gangsta Blac) |
| People all up in my head, put my cousin down to sleep |
| Vietnam, here I come, see if you can deal with me |
| Anna’s in the air, all you smell is the scent of shit |
| Pop I blow I smoke, I blow I smoke 'em out there just like grass |
| S-P-V, R-I-C, creeped up on your monkey ass |
| Mitchell Heights, B-V-D, L-M-G, and many more |
| S-P-L might as well get it cause you know the score |
| Buck f**k stuck wid a duck, I don’t need this |
| Big business motherf**ka be a witness |
| I was a fool cause back in school didn’t learn shit |
| Totin' a jewel it was a rule in the South shit |
| B is for Blac, but I be back, wid some real shit |
| V is my dog, and he be strapped, wid a full clip |
| G-A-N-G-S-T-A comin' from South Parkway |
| Smokin' on a blunt ah hay |
| Damn what another say, BITCH! |
| Hook (2x) |