文本歌词

Welcome to the ghetto
And this is the place
Young n***as be throwin'
They rocks up in my face
My homey G be yellin' yo this like a holdup
I'm pullin' my gat to make
A muthaf**ka fold up
In my Jag on my phone talkin' business
Mac 10 to my dome Yo what is this
I'm tellin' him drop it Yo let's box and we can go a round
He dropped his gat I picked it up and blew his a*s down
I know it's scandalous but a simple f**kin' dirty fact
I'd rather hear my Uzi rat a ta ta tat tat
It's for protection not to kill or break a n***a's bones
Back to the story here's the story B the story on
His guts were scattered he was splattered up against the wall
My homey G was on my phone buggin' off my call
I tried to smash but I'm lookin' at some high beams
Into the eyes of some muthaf**kin' d**e fiend
He seen me shoot him so I shot him blew his a*s off
I shot my Uzi up in the air and then I smashed off
I'm rollin' thicker than a milkshake
I like to eat crab but I prefer steak
I ain't no joke muthaf**ka so don't play yourself
I flip you over fry your a*s like a patty melt
And if you ever disrespect me I'ma bank ya
So say what up to the mothaf**kin' east bay gangsta
Meneme forgot to use my nine 'cause 5 0 bombed the AK
The 187 posse robbed the bank in a way
Legal or illegal it's the way of the bay
The government keep the profit of c*****e in a way
Me shootin' up me shootin' up if he don't give me my pay
The n***as up on the block send for me every day
A thousand everyday will keep the 5 0 away
Just call me east bay G A N G S T A
Looked in my mirror cose range right behind me
Tinted windows up in the Benz 190
I ain't no dumy knew right off he's tryin' to kill me
If I don't smash full of buckshot he will fill me
Hangin out the car shots scatter windows shatter trouble
I'll shoot him up bathed in his blood like Mr Bubble 187 did I do it with an AK
Another day a n***a dead up in the alleyway
Why did I do it it's my pistol and I packed it
I think they need to lock my a*s up in a straight jacket
So all you suckas listen close to this warnin'
While I get into your a*s like Charmin
Funky s**t that so d**e so open your mouth up
You ever shuck me I'ma blow your f**kin' house up
And if you ever disrespect me I'ma bank ya
So say what up to the muthaf**kin' eastbay gangsta
Gi gi da gi gi da gangsta
Gi gi da gi gi da gangsta kickin' the funky
Gi gi da gi gi da gi gi da gi gi gi da gi gi da gangsta G Nut
Because he's down with the Fac
Lynch muthaf**kas when we're coolin' the block
The X the L the A the are G E
The murder fac 187 posse
The E A Ski is with 187
The CMT is with 187
Now as I'm maxin' in this muthaf**kin' jail cell
With nothin' but dried up funk to smell
I thinkin' about the times that I ganked fools
And why I'm coolin' in these f**ked up county blues
I've murder muthaf**kas singular and in a pair
And in the morning I'll be getting the electric chair
But do I care Yo I could give a f**k less
The CIA FBI got it in the chest
Tappin' my phone calls wires hidden in my walls
I had the money flowin' smooth like Niagara Falls
The glory got so I'm considered a murderous criminal
Because my bullet ate his a*s like a cannibal
Before I chopped him with AK I made him say his grace and then I
Emptied the clip off up in his f**kin' face
His partner callin' for backup as I was breakin' out
N***a refused to die that's what I heard him shout
I hit the corner with quickness because I ain't the one
To feel the f**kin' blast of a shotgun
And when they fry my a*s I'm goin' straight Hell
That's why I'm kickin' you tales of a jail cell
And if you ever disrespect me I'ma bank ya
So say what up to the mothaf**kin' eastbay gangsta
Dja Mon me gonna kick the funky gangsta s**t mon
Me kickin' the funky gangsta
The gi gi da gi gi da gangsta
Gi gi da gi gi da gi gi da gi gi da gi gi da gi gi da gangsta
Dja mon mida me got E A Ski in the house mon
Me got me DJ Xtra Large mon
We got CMT in the muthaf**kin' house
Dja Mon we got check it out
Me pullin' out me glock mon to settle the ghetto job
Me kickin' the funky reggae kickin' the funky rasta
Many people that I be meeting be calling me killa gangsta then shoot up
Your b***h and kick back and smoke a blunt in the car
Me f**kin' with dank me f**kin' with dank it's S P I see E 1 me buckin 'em
Down me buckin' 'em down shootin' lead in his lung
Me kickin' the funky gangsta s**t to get the b***h sprung the 187
Faculty b***h so f**k the