(feat. Kurupt, Mack 10)



[B-Legit (Kurupt)]

(Gangsta time)

Where my gangstas at?

(Gangsta ville)

Where all my gangstas at?

(You know it aint a gangsta ville withoout a dog pound)

And a hog nigga (caughing)

Yea, special dedication

To all my gangsta niggas and to all my gangsta bitches

(Im sick wit it tho, check it out)



[B-Legit]

I used to mash through the crowd 

Makin bitches wonder "DAMN" 

That nigga B-Legit's the man

It was 65 grand for the land

Fo 5 O, 4x4, hit the strip slow

windows on tint so they cant look in

Its me the kingpin hit and Mac 10

On a trip about to hit up the 6

Should I give up, them niggas run up

They fucked, now what



Huh, whos that?



[Kurupt, Mack 10]

That nigga Kurrupt 

G'z up, hoes down, muthafucka blaze up

D.P.G.C. muthafucka g'd up

In all blue and grey all day always

Let the dogs out muthafucka

Hear the barking

See the homies G-walking gangsta talkin

Bitches low on dick often very often

Lil beeyotch 135 pounds of all diaaack



I keep the house always stoppin them dubbs to the bay

Fina fuck with B cousin and E fo tay

From my hood to yo' town its all about the cash

Got the check and the hoe checkin off in the stash

Dont worry bout' nathan, we out there slangin

Mac n' Kurrupt stay down for whobangin

Keep a fat sack of dope n' fo sho im Dealy

Maine, the first foo crossin fo sho I'll kill em'

Where the gangstas at?



[Chorus 4x]

Where the gangstas at?

Where the gangstas at?

Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at!



[Mack 10]

We gone keep it gangsta aint go to pop

Push the six double O and the Rarri drop

Get the two tickets spread on top of the hill

Niggas bellin em' chucks makin over a mill

Keep the studio full of groupie hoes and choosas

In the gut bruisas n' three time losers

Mac 10 still thuggin, thats whats expected

And I vow to keep it ruff as long as Im connected



[Kurupt]

Man I dont give a fuck about a bitch

Man I wont ever ever give em' shit

I hit the switch about 5 times

Then I make a switch and bust 5 rymes

Swerve wit a homie that can serve 5 verbes

Man thats the life then go home to my wife

With my pistol (??) (??)

Retire a nigga, now Im a let my girl write my first verse



[B-Legit]

I hear it's funk on board, they need to let that go

Got killas gettin down for a brick of snow

And for the right doe have your head chopped

Tag the drug, bitch you fuckin with thugs

No time for pleasures, I got mills to buy judges

They rush us, tryin to touch us

They bust us, no we all burn for scraps

So tell me where the homies and my gangstas at



[Chorus]