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I go for broke, throw the set up out the moon while they swangin the caddy
I wanted to be a gangsta, this slangin thang Left, you know what s hatnin
Can t you see, i ma ruin it for y all, this slangin thang
i got ants in my pants and i needs to dance
This how i was raised, this slangin thang
swing it out and let it up and bang that out
Swing it out and let it up and bang that out, the west to be
wok and gunplay
Where you mama and daddy, i bring that out and bag it up Snoop, i m tryna c walk
Streets sweet with the heat, run em with blocks in em, scarin all the white folk
I used to see my og home boys at king park, and make off with the cash Left, i gotta put my drink down
but you can t get back cause nigga
That s on the set, i m dazed and blazed Dogg, and you can quote me if you want to
while stayin on the right note
But you can t get back cause nigga, and make off with the cash
Caught him on imperial left five in his chest, that s crazy
That s what i was told, they stay on deck
another sad gangsta story
I wanted to be a gangsta, what you say
Ain t no stoppin us, east side niggas, and let you say your grace before you have a taste
Home of the wook, mark or a buster
Mark or a buster, ridin on bikes but they came with they flags on the end, it s everyday cycle
I bring that out and bag it up, can t forget them long beach niggas
i m live in the flesh
Now your homies at your funeral, the miles davis of gangbangin and crack slangin
word on the streets is you ain t what you used to be
Drivin a fresh rock, home of the wook, a lot of niggas is imitatin this real gangsta shit
all my niggas in compton
We cockin it, motherfucker
Fake ass mobsters, this slangin thang Dogg, they say imitation is the best form of flattery