Or we can duke 'em up but you know you can't hang
If you feel me raise your cups
His finger on the trigger but it way too slow
I shoot 'em up, I bang bang
Straight up
It don't stop, still don't love bitches
I told you then, I told you now, boy I stay ready
It's just she's a goddamn ho
213 the gangsta clicc
Want some? Come and get it
All of 'em mixed in one fixed to done I like playing it six-to-one
All we do is the gangsta shit
Talk shit for a minute then deal with him
We came to party homie, so back up
Still from the beach, still A G thang
Out of bounds, slipping, fucking with this hood rat
All damn dimes up in every area codes
It ain't that a hater
Y'all know what's happening
You didn't see me coming so we missing his dome
That's coming with it
213, the gangsta clicc
On your marks, get set, blah!
Y'all know what's happening
21 motherfucking 3 nigga
We gon' get it baby girl now or later
Gangsta shit, yep and all the hos know
213 the gangsta clicc
Haha
When they go rolling in the stretch Navigator
You can call me Nate King Cole
Y'all know what's happening
213 the gangsta clicc
Check this out
Speak it loud and clearly
And all of my niggaz know
(Gangstas!)
All we do is the gangsta shit
Hail Mary, call Makavelli to come and save your ass
My G-niggaz, holler if ya hear me
Like Frank White, Nino Brown, John Gotti, Tony Soprano
Haha
213 and we gone
(East Side, Long Beach)
Gangsta shit, biatch
Straight up
Now lower your voice before you get pimp slapped
Don't sweat it, we'll get him and then met him
You use some act-right like LaBetty
All we do is the gangsta shit
Haha and you know it, nigga
They won't stop, they'll get it, you don't get it
And walking on you bitch niggaz that run I'm from
Crazy motherfucker plus I'm Texas C-Notes
They knowin' since '94
All we do is the gangsta shit
213 the gangsta clicc
I know you seen me on your MTV raps
You can call me Lil' Meeno
213 in the house and you know how we came
Gangsta shit, biatch
I slid up in a party where some suckers was at
The first young nigga with a baseball cap
Haha and you know it, nigga
All we do is the gangsta shit
Difference is my bullets probably touch the sun
Straight up
'Cuz I'ma put my Chucks up in it so quick and so fast
All we do is the gangsta shit
Made a promise to pay, but never paid her
Joey Banana and the great Tony Montana
I wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all
Wherever we go, she gon' go
My homeboy told me that the bitch wasn't shit
But I didn't give a fuck 'cuz this twin a Crip
Tried to hit a nigga up until he seen how we strut
Plus up in the club, y'all don't have a body
She said she wanted to play so I played her
Way back in the days when I was with Fab' Five Freddy
Blaze it up and we from
And let you know that I'm the king of this motherfucking city
This is fun, shooting my guns, counting my funds
Gangsta shit, biatch
21 motherfucking 3 nigga
It remind me of, matter of fact I'ma tell y'all
Smooth motherfucker when it come to these hos
Haha and you know it, nigga
213 the gangsta clicc
I'm like "Nigga, take two steps back"
21 motherfucking 3 nigga
I bust guns, you bust guns
