文本歌词

Now this side gangsta walk
Say what
And this is how gangsta's talk
Like that
Tell 'em how we do tell 'em what we do
Gangsta's ride uhh do what gangsta's do
Bandanna hangin from the rear view
Too smart load them up hold 'em up
Though
We could go head up and I'll fold 'em up slow
There's a gangsta loose callin all cars
Just left the house in some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang it's a brown MC
Niggas goin buffin DPG
Dogg Pound Dogg Pound
Niggas mad doggin bumpin a bank account
Wood
But I don't recognize the busta
So I hit up the hood wit one hand on the heater
The other in the air Dogg Pound gangsta's yo we don't care
My life my wealth I'ma G and I do what gangsta's do
And they do it like me and my G Tray Deee
***** talkin **** I'm finna dip
Call up my niggas and say Yo don't even trip
DAZ and my nigga Kurupt
Came through in a MC and scooped me up
Aiiyo I got the sack as I usually does
Young Gotti in the back seat f**ked up cuz
Man it's a shame how my gang-gang-bang
No disrespect but hey we run thangs
In the let's see what quest over seas
Eightball slippin Dogg Pound trippin
Back in the mo' where we don't give a f**k
My baby brother N-Y-A and he just he got stuck
By them same mother****ers who supposed to be killin me
Peelin me and ya niggas ain't feelin me
Bad news seem to travel fast
When you on the mash and all about'cha cash
All my niggas in the pen gangsta talk
And all my homies sippin Hen' gangsta talk
And If ya can't get out and you mad as hell
Say Biatch that'll make ya sound for real
Haha
**** wit us we gon' hurt somebody
**** wit us we gon' hurt somebody
Corleone Dillinger Young Gotti
**** wit us we gon' hurt somebody
Cha-pow Layin all these wack niggas down
Churned out blowned out work high hell
Whattup I see my niggas all in the cut
Layed back actin a nut waitin 'till we 'rupt
No remorse as we bust let her feel the dust
Let 'em do what we gotta do f**kin **** up
And all alone through ya neighborhood at high exhaust
High stylin and profilin niggas comin after me
In actuality they face the technicality
Let 'em feel the battle it was a tragedy
Everywhere a nigga die for the salary
Pray to God pray to Lord watch after me
Prepair the back sniff streets mentality
It's the gang and we mad and we walk and we stalk
And we do what we do after dark
Niggas keep doin what the f**k they gotta do
And we do what we do when we mash wit our crew b***h
Ssh
Dillinger willin ya and killin ya
Doin what I gotta do it's blood that I'm spillin ya
Yeah
All over your floor tell the fat guy Ignore
Break down your door and let kick ya one more
Gangsta strait out
*****
To the flat like that
Like whaaat like this like whaaat
Like this like that
Now this is how gangsta's walk
And this is how gangsta's talk
Whattup
The homie Big Style gangsta talk
The homie Tray Deee gangsta talk
Yeah Bad Azz gangsta talk
The homie Technique gangsta talk
Soopafly gangsta talk
Kurupt and Daz gangsta talk
All my hoes gangsta talk
All my b***hes gangsta talk
All the homies gangsta talk
Tell 'em on more time gangsta talk
Biatch Gangsta talk
Yeah this is how the gangsta's talk
Yeah yeah gangsta walk
All the real G's out there
I know you gettin yo gangsta walk on right now
Y'know all the real mack's out there
Gettin they gangsta talk on right now
Yeah DPG as you can see
We in the place to see
We not talkin 'bout history or biology
We just talkin 'bout g-eology
Strait up gangsta walkin
We just gangsta talkin