| Gangsta. |
| you know
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| Huh, gangsta, c’mon, hehe
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| Uhh. |
| got my nigga Vin Diesel in the house, y’know
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| Number one movie in the country and all that
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| Haha! |
| Yo.
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| Nuttin but some gangsters, smokin and ridin (YO!)
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| Come on get high with us (NIGGA!)
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| Come on and ride with us (BITCHES!)
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| Cause, we’re. |
| nuttin but some gangsters (YO!) smokin and ridin (YO!)
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| Come on get high with us (C'MON NIGGAZ!)
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| Come on and ride with us (YO!)
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| Hey baby; |
| c’mon and hop in my fo'-three-oh, S-E
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| And let’s see, how quick you fall victim to this G
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| I’m a gangsta BITCH, a mack like Goldie
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| But I never let the strength of this money control money
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| Niggas is somethin like pimps, the Rule is an O. G
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| I make three G’s a day, thirty-three a week
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| And my hoes hardly speak — they smoke while they ride
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| Just, blowin the driver, when I’m one car behind ya
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| (Nuttin but some gangsters) on Daytons and lowriders
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| And three-wheel motion, bumpin Tha Eastsidaz
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| I love Cali-for-ni-ay, on a hot day
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| Where the green is wetter, and the head is even better
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| (So get high tonight. and if you rollin like I’m rollin
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| You ridin right. |
| and if she fuckin with them gangstas
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| Ain’t nuttin nice. |
| and if you knowin what I’m knowin
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| Then live your life. |
| cause, we’re.)
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| (Cause, we’re.)
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| (Nuttin but some gangsters.) Ridin by in them big trucks
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| Chrome wheels spinnin and killin niggas with big bucks
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| See baby I came up, from bein a thug
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| From a nigga sellin them drugs on the corner throwin up slugs
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| (Show me love!) All of y’all biches wanna ride with us
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| (Mask and gloves!) Up when it’s time to fuck bitches
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| (Wanna be loved!) All you get is hard dick off the drugs
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| (Pass the bud!) Yo bitch I ain’t seen none of that dub
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| But give me that Remi, a half a bottle already in me
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| I cop a ounce, from one stizzy, and smoke 'til I’m dizzy
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| Who ridin with me? |
| Both of y’all bitches slide right in
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| Just me, you, and your friend — I’ll be fuckin y’all 'til the mornin
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| C’mon, I love bitches with thongs on, that love to get it on
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| With gangsters, leavin they pussies warm
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| 'til like four in the mornin, baby girl, I’m gone
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| Hop in the 6, devour your lawn BITCH, cause we’re
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| (Cause, we’re.)
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| (Nuttin but some gangsters.) Holla!
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| And if you, bout the dollars then pop your collars
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| Cause we ain’t nuttin but some gangsters, nigga smokin and ridin
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| Who put it down for real, got this dough multiplyin
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| Straight, livin it up and fuckin with thugs
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| That push trucks that’s sittin on dubs, not givin a fuck
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| Y’all niggas know me, Chris Black slash the O. G
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| So please believe I’m gangsta I control these streets
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| Yo, nobody leaves nobody breathes until I enter the party
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| And ease up in a 550 Medina Ferrari
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| Pull in handicapped parkin, hop out with the lock in
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| And wink at the hoes while I walk in
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| Who’s ridin and smokin tonight with players
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| And I ain’t talkin bout them niggas with them Marvin gators
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| I’m talkin bout them niggas all up in fronts and gauges
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| And runnin up in spots and blazin, we call them gangsters, yo!
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| Cause, we’re. |
| nuttin but some gangsters, smokin and ridin
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| Come on get high with us
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| Come on and ride with us
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| Cause, we’re. |
| nuttin but some gangsters. |
| smokin and ridin
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| Come on get high with us
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| Come on and ride with us
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| Cause, we’re. |
| nuttin but some gangsters |