Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Nation, artist - Westside Connection. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsta Nation |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| (Westside) |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| (Ohh, ohh) |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| (What? What?) |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| (Yea) |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| Na na na na na na na na |
| 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 in five years I’m comin' up |
| Fools talk real loud but don’t run up |
| When we come through they’d run it up |
| We still right here so what the fuck |
| Nigga, I’m tired of these niggas barkin' like shit talkin' like shit |
| From the concrete when they chalkin' like shit |
| And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back |
| Holdin' a gat ain’t gonna bust and know that |
| It’s a dub S C thang dub C brain |
| And we don’t fuck with niggas and khaki jeans strains |
| I’m fucked movin', I’m clearin' the crowd |
| It’s the who bangin' bandana criminal |
| The original |
| Evacuate the building, bitch, here come a plane |
| No, it’s the bad ass Westside Connect Gang |
| And fuck what you plain, 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, killaz and drug runners |
| And Mack need a beat now in a H2 Hummer |
| Lookin' hotter than a mothafuckin' 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 in five years I’m comin' up |
| Fools talk real loud but don’t run up |
| When we come through they’d run it up |
| We still right here, so what the fuck |
| What the fuck is Ice Cube talkin' about? |
| That’s how you get these nuts parked in you mouth |
| Westside bitch, the same old shit |
| I don’t conversate with pussy, I ain’t gon' get |
| I don’t holla at these hoes that sing like Ashanti |
| Body like Beyonce, face like Andre |
| (Uhh) |
| Bitch, you kinda scrangay |
| But I’m rich so my Andre got to be bomb rate |
| Have you seen us, naw, haters can’t see us |
| Connect Gang we the G’est nigga |
| Countless calls and countless charges |
| Street niggas makin' blunts out of Cuban cigars |
| Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters |
| With a flock of pros on us 'cuz the cronic is a grennes |
| And to my G’s incarcerated and on probation |
| I’ma stay bagin 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 in five years I’m comin' up |
| Fools talk real loud but don’t run up |
| When we come through they’d run it up |
| We still right here, so what the fuck |
| It’s a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G |
| And the whole world influence by the C in the sea |
| Now tell the truth rappers, you don’t ball like me |
| 'Cuz I’m really from the gang ya’ll is industry |
| And while I’m servin' up and comin' young hustlers and cluckers |
| Bangin' for the hood causin' havic and ruckus |
| You fools actin' label kissin' up ass suckers |
| And your trick solder down when you piss muthafucka |
| 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 sick pussy, nigga you useless |
| You know the side trick, better get up on it |
| 'Cuz it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin' on it |
| Na na na na na na na na na na na |
| Na na na nna 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 |
| Look, check this out man |
| We got a Gangsta Nation goin' down over here |
| So ya’ll might as well say fuck it and join this Westside thang man |
| Cause once you get with this nigga |
| You as G as can muthakuckin' be, believe' that homeboy |
| It’s like that, Fred Red, what I’d tell you homey |
| It ain’t a hit till Nate Dogg spit |
| (Na na na na na na na na) |
| 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 in five years I’m comin' up |
| Fools talk real loud but don’t run up |
| When we come through they’d run it up |
| 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 |
| 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 |