(feat. Too $hort)



[Too $hort]



$hort Dog's in the house...



Hey, Seag, what you mean when you talk about gangstas?



[Seagram]



When I'm talking about gangstas



I ain't talking about gang bangers



Small time corner hangers, I'm talking about bird slangers



Not them fake ass shoot em up type



But the type that shoot you ass when the time's right



So would you tell me what's your mack like



what's your stack like



Slanging crack on a track making stacks to the day light



Niggas keep it ceased, my pockets increases



I can't be faded, not even with some bleach



Most of you niggas ain't gangstas, you kicking drama



But that drama will cause your ass drama



In my H-O-O-D, that big S to the N to the V



On the late night ride, straight on the mission



On highway 5 with a trunk full of chickens



Gangsta living is a sport



But playing these hoes is for the pros



like my boy Too $hort



[Too $hort]



Big Baby pass the mic so I can dog these freaks



Two rapping mothafuckas from East Oakland streets...



On that ass, so what you gonna do with that?



Some bitch lost a nigga when they peeled his cap



When they was getting at his ass, hollered 'Let that go!'



But Oakland, California don't protect no hoe



Cause they'll write you off like taxes



Everywhere you go you get your ass kicked



Niggas don't appreciate you coming with a phony



Kinda like The Mack when he smoked Pretty Tony



And that's straight pimp game from the O



My name is $hort Dog, you wanna know...



Some? Nothing but gangstas and playas out here



Can't be a fake nigga staying out here



Bitches learn early to respect this game



So they never talk down on a player's name



Bitch...Bitch...Bitch...



Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players



Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players



Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players



Gangstas...Gangstas...Gangstas...Players...Players...Players



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It's the big bad ass nigga named Seag



Back in your ass with a trick up my sleave



Snitches acting like a bitches in a way



Gonna be find with the vicious, sewing stiches, when I spray



You fucking with a nigga that's hard to the bone



Giving mothafuckas close-ups of my barrel



So peek out game from the East Side vet



From the 69 set, it's as real as it gets



Still blending up hop in a blender



Wore my beanie at the Winter, a full time offender



With them terrorized, hellafied, gangstarized lyrics



Creeping to you speaker like an Alcapone spirit



Crawling and balling to the East Side jungle



Niggas steady calling, I'm holling off bundless



I'm the judge and jury of this court



But I'ma kick back and hit this 'Port



and pass the mic to $hort



[Too $hort]



I'm zipping Hennessey straight, smoking my dank



My bitch is outta pocket, can't have no bank



Should I kick her mothafucking ass?



Cause punk niggas out here don't last



Maybe I should fire my bitch and get a new hoe



Have her sprung on old school Too $ho



Let her fine ass ride in my Lexus



Take her to my house and start talking about sex, bitch



Anyway you want it, it be something tight



Roll with $hort Dog, bitch, you fucking tonight



Straight player from the O, hoe, yes, it's me



Got love for the gangstas from S.N.V.



If it weren't for the pimp and a mack in me



I wouldn't holler at my homeboys, black indeed



What's up? Seag got me at the studio



Called me up so I can take it to these hoes



And that's just what we gonna do...



Take it to these hoe ass niggas and you bitches...



Straight from the Oaktown...



East Side, bitch...



[Seagram]



Macking and stacking...



Slapping bitches, you know what I mean?



Just a gangsta thang, you know what I'm saying?



East Side, bitch, in the house...