| I smoke blunts, drink 'gnac
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| Bust caps at bitch niggas 'cause it’s nothin' to me
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta
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| I gangbang, brains hangin', dope slangin'
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| That’s the part of life of being a G
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta
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| Robbing banks, police shootouts, high speeds
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| And you know it ain’t shit to me
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta
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| Blowin' dope up, like my 5, like my 10
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| It ain’t shit, it ain’t nothing but G
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta
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| Growing and gaining, posting and banging
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| Holsters and chambers, toasters and laser beam operated cannons
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| To keep everything outside outside
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| The homies dumpin' 'round the outside
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| Me and Daz is on a mission, tell me what you think
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| Fuck the world, nigga, we raiding federal banks
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| It’s the only way to get some fuckin' money nowadays
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| Off of 5, off of 10, off of 20 nowadays
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| Off of 9, get me 9, get the 9, nina pop
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| Fuck around and get your femur chipped, stop, open up
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| Open or get your muthafuckin' whole front opened up
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| From your muthafuckin' navel to your muthafuckin' hairline
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| Separated your sections, look up, open lungs
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| Since the days of shooting muskets, I’d have been bustin'
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| Looking at the law in their eyes like 'fuck it, it’s nothin''
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| Face to face, shooting and dumpin', dippin' and duckin'
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| You see I…
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| I smoke blunts, drink 'gnac
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| Bust caps at bitch niggas 'cause it’s nothin' to me
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta
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| I gangbang, brains hangin', dope slangin'
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| That’s the part of life of being a G
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta
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| Robbing banks, police shootouts, high speeds
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| And you know it ain’t shit to me
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta
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| Blowin' dope up, like my 5, like my 10
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| It ain’t shit, it ain’t nothing but G
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta
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| A quarter ki and two pounds with the 50 rounds
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| We spray you from ceiling, spray you down to the ground
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| I’m vicious, my nigga, you know I have no feelings
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| Check out the news for the next notorious Dogg Pound killing
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| I’m mill’d out, I’m thugged out
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| Murder, grippin' pistols from niggas who fresh out
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| I’m loc’ed up, I’m loc’ed up
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| Ready for our provokers, niggas gotta die for it
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| I put it down from the barrel, niggas' path is narrow
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| My aim sharp as an arrow, muthafucka, I dare ya
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| Step up, feel the wrath of Al-Qaeda
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| Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt Young Gotti, them Dogg Pound riders
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| We on fire, torch y’all niggas to death
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| Fuck what you talking 'bout, we the last niggas left
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| Original Crip, semi-clips, yeah, I love this shit
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| Plus an agua stick, nigga, we runnin' this shit, oh…
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| I smoke blunts, drink 'gnac
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| Bust caps at bitch niggas 'cause it’s nothin' to me
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta
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| I gangbang, brains hangin', dope slangin'
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| That’s the part of life of being a G
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta
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| Robbing banks, police shootouts, high speeds
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| And you know it ain’t shit to me
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta
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| Blowin' dope up, like my 5, like my 10
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| It ain’t shit, it ain’t nothing but G
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta
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| Sippin' on Thunder Chicken in my neighborhood gear
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| Like what’s happenin', muthafucka? |
| There’s a hood up in here
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| Straight Dogg Pound out like what’s it about
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| You and me, or is it 'bout what’s going on now?
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| I got something here, nigga, that’ll force the crowd
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| To U-turn, muh’fucka, immediately, like now
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| There’s only a few people who knows what’s going down
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| The rest is headed the opposite direction right now, we hell hounds
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| Niggas is hellbound, burnin' in the fire
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| My desire is to keep a strap 'cause these niggas be liars
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| I’m required to keep a strap 'cause these niggas be wired
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| You know I keep it G until the day I expire
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| You know the gang code, we catch 'em slippin', let the gat explode
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| Now he drops to his knees, nigga, now the story told
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| Open book, public looking, laid dead on the pavement
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| He prayed all day but the Lord couldn’t save him
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| All the dumb shit he did caught up to him, bitch
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| Now he shot up as Swiss cheese, found in a ditch
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| Pass a couple of they homies now we empty the clip
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| Nigga, this Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip, niggas know now
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| I smoke blunts, drink 'gnac
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| Bust caps at bitch niggas 'cause it’s nothin' to me
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta
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| I gangbang, brains hangin', dope slangin'
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| That’s the part of life of being a G
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta
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| Robbing banks, police shootouts, high speeds
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| And you know it ain’t shit to me
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta
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| Blowin' dope up, like my 5, like my 10
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| It ain’t shit, it ain’t nothing but G
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cuz I'm A Gangsta , by - Tha Dogg Pound. Song from the album Tha Dogg Set, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп