(feat. Crooked I)

[Crooked I]

Yeah, it's that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go
I'm from a long lost tribe called "$#&@ 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 Poundin

[music starts]


[Daz]
Six straight, six fo', L co's, missed it

Cause that's what one of us, ^!$$% don't touch it
The people of the side for the urban
I like to work for top, or make 'em work it

.. Whattup?! I see my ^!$$%z all in the cut
Layed back, actin a nut, waitin 'til we 'rupt
No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust

Let us do what we gotta do, it's $#&@in it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone
All alone roamin ya neighborhood at high exhaust

High stylin and profilin, ^!$$%z comin after me
($#&@ y'all) In actuality they face the technicality
(whattup dawg?) Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy

(hell yeah) On site a ^!$$% 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]

^!$$%, 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 !@^%s
Playin Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks the Lord
Crooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train

wearin a platinum chain striked with thang
It's the youth game, doin it big
You don't like it, you and yo' kid get you and the whip, %#@!

^!$$%, 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 ^!$$% dead or alive who $#&@in wit me
Keep the Death Row chains out
My left [?] 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 [?], ^!$$%


[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
Dope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump ^!$$%

It ain't nuttin to applaud (uh-huh)
Never slippin dick ^!$$%, to the West then took it straight
"This kid's a psycho gramma!" $#&@ a hoe cous'

Took it, what it is, what it was
Blood, ^!$$% what it is, what is was
My ^!$$%z, California ^!$$% what it is

$#&@ the rap game if you can't pay mayne
Obsessed with the West (West coast!), rack 'em shells
And we started off the mother$#&@in multi-platinum sales
Biatch!


[Chorus x2]

[Kurupt]
Gangsta rap.. gangsta rap
Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap


[Crooked I]
Yeah, two gangstas from radio
Kurupt - kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah
.. Biatch! Uhh!