| Yeah Yeah
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| Gangsta like, uh huh
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| To all my O.G.'s and all my Y.G.'s
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| Daz Dillinger, Daz kurupt (dat nigga daz!)
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| I move bricks of yae, I freeze it with ice
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| I keep my business separate from my personal life
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| Me and my niggas hustle enough, move enough weight
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| To buy real estate, vehicles, paper weights, straight
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| Little niggas try to calculate the money I make
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| I ain’t having it, I keep the gauge cocked in the kitchen cabinet
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| Grabbing it for any altercation
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| catch a permanent vacation fucking with the son of satan
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| And I ain’t waiting for the one time to catch me Arrest me, arraign me, humiliate then stress me
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| I’m at the crib trying to chill with my little kid
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| Had everything in controlled or at least I thought I did
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| Telephone rang, when I answered then they hung up Three niggas kicked the front door with they guns up,
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| Cover my son up, and let the lead off
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| Get the pump to pumping, Xzibit took them niggas heads off (BITCH!)
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| We living gangsta like (living the gangsta life)
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| Living the gangsta’s life (living the gangsta life)
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| We living gangsta like (living the gangsta liiiiiife)
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| Living the gangsta’s life
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| I wake up five in the morning, smoke a sac to the head
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| Sneak out the back, grab a strap, and dock and dogging the feds
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| Slanging hanging on the corner regulating the hood
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| Banging and robbing transporting the goods (nigga)
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| Popping and bugging up on the cell in my pocket
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| Grab my strap and cock it and see my homie hopping the fo’s
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| Watch the young ho’s jocking that gangsta life
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| Niggas is heated down to dump on site
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| Nah, I just swerve the boulavard and maintain the status of a G Cuz ain’t nothing but the hog in me Niggas around my way don’t get along with me (why?)
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| Because they jelous that I’m clocking more than thirty G’s
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| Nigga, cocaine and weed was a main factor in my life, I’m coming up
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| I’m running on anybody who post and ran up Everybody in my family path was jail
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| Heaven and hell, that’s where my homies 'ill dwell
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| STRAIGHT GANGSTA!
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| What would you do if you could
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| Get with my crew, baby
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| What would you do if you could down with the dog pound
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| Gangstas, just let it all go no games
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| No snitching allowed, spitting no names
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| I’m G… and You ain’t…
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| I can… and you can’t…
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| Ever since you dropped names, your out of sight
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| Snitching on your homeboys, that ain’t right
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| I always grew up since eighteen and up With something to throw up, what hood we threw up? |
| (Dogg Pound Gangstas)
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| Blast backs at times we got bust at Turn around, bust back then scat
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| Moving on up to the top of the map
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| Cuz gangstas 'ill be here 'till the curl come back
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| This is our world, land of the gangsta macks
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| Controlled by the blue and red rags
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| Out here we ain’t into ice
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| Just banging, dice, and the gangsta life
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| Bridge X3
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| We live the gangsta life, live the gangsta life, we live the gangsta life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Livin Gangsta Like , by - Tha Dogg Pound. Song from the album Dillinger & Young Gotti, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп