And had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out mayn
C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah, gangsta bitches wave yo' hands
Now I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me
I don't have nothin' to hide, I want the world to see
The shit to me is simple, it relies on credentials
And don't never get the wrong idea nigga
C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah, gangsta bitches wave yo' hands
But I really wanna let niggaz know what's happenin' though
Yeah, nigga what? Holla at 'em
Of they patrol car 'cause I'm a former parole star
I'm down with P, and D-R-E
I don't have nothin' to hide, I want the world to see
They're going to shoot, they're going to shoot
A real nigga from the motherfuckin' L.B.C.
So you know when you see a nigga
I'm a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta niggaz do your dance
On a beach I remain the beast, none the least
I'm a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta niggaz do your dance
The jealousy took me over success, just keep you slower
I don't have nothin' to hide, I want the world to see
I'm a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta niggaz do your dance
Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back
And oh yeah this Long Beach
Now I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me
While you get nothin', we keep gettin' more
Hit, hit the switch and smash down the block
I'm a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta niggaz do your dance
C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah, gangsta bitches wave yo' hands
Fuck 'em 'cause they can't see me doe and here we go again
All my little homeys, I want to see you come home like me
With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool mayn
I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullshit
I don't have nothin' to hide, I want the world to see
Now I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me
I don't have nothin' to hide, I want the world to see
They're going to shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
See me, I'm 'bout my money my paper I'm 'bout my dollars
Now I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me
I just look like this, I stay down for the twist
Better known as criminals, thuggin' off on the stereo
C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah, gangsta bitches wave yo' hands
You feel me?
Record company executives think it's all to the good
Pump, pump the jam up, drop, drop the top
Get to showin' me around they house, then he slide me in the back
I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss
And pussy stay sellin' so I never let it get to me
We credible individuals, ahead of you we original
See we smoke and go hoein' 'cause the bitch ain't never shit to me
Now I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me
I'm a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta niggaz do your dance
C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah, gangsta bitches wave yo' hands
I'm real with this, deep as Abyss
Killin' 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though
Go on and do yo' thang, gang-bang
I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East
Poppin' collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers
In the hood and in Hollywood
