[Crooked I]

Yo, it's that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go

I'm from a long lost tribe called "Fuck a Hoe"

Come through in a new Chevy, droppin game like it's too heavy

Well for you suckers that's the ceiling

A metaphor for over ya head, dumb dumb

Speak to ya double O.G., that's where good game come from

Dogg Pound it



{*music starts*}



[Kill Blood] 

Six straight, six fo', L co's, missed it 

Cause that's the Smith & West, nigga don't touch it 

The people of the side for the urban 

I like to work for top, or make 'em work it 



[Daz Dillinger] 

Whattup?! I see my niggaz all in the cut 

Layed back, actin a nut, waitin 'to erupt

No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust

Let us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin it up

Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone

All alone roamin ya neighborhood at high exhaust

High stylin and profilin, niggaz comin after me

(fuck y'all) In actuality they face the technicality

(whattup dawg?) Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy

(hell yeah) On site a nigga die for the salary (boo-ya!)

We the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalk

and we do what we do after dark (yeah!)



[Chorus: Kurupt]

This is for the ballers - gangsta rap

What all the hoes love - gangsta rap

What the hoppin six-fo's do - gangsta rap

You could do what you want to - gangsta rap

Yeah, this is for the ballers - gangsta rap

What all the hoes love - gangsta rap

What the hoppin six-fo's do - gangsta rap

You could do what you want to - gangsta rap



[Crooked I]

Nigga, I buy new blocks for war

A few shots, a broad, that make you drop

Then I'ma pop two cops or more

I'm too hot, come through wit two proper whores

Playin Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks the Law

Crooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train

wearin a platinum chain strapped with thang

It's the U gang, doin it big

You don't like it, you and yo' kid get you and the whip, shit

Nigga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships

Then shapeshift yo' facial "Matrix" like a facelift

So face it, y'all ain't nuttin to see

Ain't a nigga dead or alive who fuckin wit me

Keep the Death Row chains out

My left blow connect so hard your head blow

Now let's blow brains out (uh-huh), just thought I had to warn ya

Don't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya owner, nigga



[Chorus]



[Kurupt]

Innie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo'

Hoe you gotta go if you ain't takin off ya clothes

All I really wanna do is stick a dick up in you

So fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz?

{*screech*} We the realist, kickin back, and feelin real chillin

Don't floss, ooh you get tossed, we dumb nigga

It ain't nuttin to applaud (uh-huh)

Never slippin dick nigga, to the West then took it straight

"This kid's a psycho gramma!" Fuck a hoe cous'

Took it, what it is, what it was

Blood, nigga what it is, what is was

My niggaz, California nigga what it is

Fuck the rap game if you can't pay mayne

Obsessed with the West (West coast!), rack 'em shells

And we started off the motherfuckin multi-platinum sales

Biatch!



[Chorus 2X]



[Kurupt]

Gangsta rap.. gangsta rap

Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap



[Crooked I]

Yeah, 2 gangsta 4 radio

Kurupt - kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah

.. Biatch! Uhh!