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