I smoke blunts, drink yac
Bust caps at (*##$ ^!$$%z 'cause it's nothin' to me

('cause I'm a gangsta)
I gang bang, brains hangin', dope slangin'
That's the part of life of bein' a G

('cause I'm a gangsta)
Robbin' banks, police shootouts, high speeds
And you know it ain't %#@! to me

('cause I'm a gangsta)
Blowin' dope, make like 5, make like 10
It ain't %#@!, it ain't nothin' but G's

('cause I'm a gangsta)



Growin' and gainin', postin' and bangin'
Holsters and chambers, toasters and laser
beam operated cannons, to keep everything outside outside

The homies dumpin' round the outside
Me and Daz is on a mission, tell me what ya think
$#&@ the world ^!$$%, we raidin' federal banks

It's the only way to get some $#&@in' money nowadays
Off of five, off of ten, off of twenty nowadays
Off of nine, get me nine, get the nine, nina pop

$#&@ around and get your femur chipped - stop, open up
Or you get your mother$#&@in' whole front opened up
From your mother$#&@in' navel to your mother$#&@in' hairline

Seperated in sections, look up, open lungs
Since the days of shootin' muskets, I done been bustin'
Lookin' at the law in they eyes like "$#&@ it, it's nothin"

Face to face shootin' and dumpin', dippin' and duckin'
You see I -



I smoke blunts, drink yac
Bust caps at (*##$ ^!$$%z 'cause it's nothin' to me

('cause I'm a gangsta)
I gang bang, brains hangin', dope slangin'
That's the part of life of bein' a G

('cause I'm a gangsta)
Robbin' banks, police shootouts, high speeds
And you know it ain't %#@! to me

('cause I'm a gangsta)
Blowin' dope, make like 5, make like 10
It ain't %#@!, it ain't nothin' but G's

('cause I'm a gangsta)



A quarter ki and two pounds with the fifty rounds
We'll spray ya from the ceiling, spray ya down to the ground
I'm vicious my ^!$$%, you know I have no feelings

Check out the news for the next notorious Dogg Pound killin'
I'm mill'd out, I'm thugged out
Learned to grip a pistol from ^!$$%z who fresh out

I'm loc'd up, I'm loc'd up
Ready for our provokers, ^!$$%z gotta die for it
I put it down from the barrel, ^!$$%z path is narrow

My aim sharp as an arrow, mother$#&@er I dare ya
Step up, feel the wrath of Al-Qaeda


Dat ^!$$% Daz, Kurupt Young Gotti - them Dogg Pound riders
We on fire, torch y'all ^!$$%z to death
$#&@ what you talkin' 'bout, we the last ^!$$%z left

Original click, two semi clips, yeah I love this %#@!
Plus a agua stick, ^!$$% we runnin' this %#@!



I smoke blunts, drink yac
Bust caps at (*##$ ^!$$%z 'cause it's nothin' to me

('cause I'm a gangsta)
I gang bang, brains hangin', dope slangin'
That's the part of life of bein' a G

('cause I'm a gangsta)
Robbin' banks, police shootouts, high speeds
And you know it ain't %#@! to me

('cause I'm a gangsta)
Blowin' dope, make like 5, make like 10
It ain't %#@!, it ain't nothin' but G's
('cause I'm a gangsta)



Sippin' on Thunderchicken in my neighborhood gear
Like what's happenin' mother$#&@er, there's a hood up in here
Straight Dogg Pound' out like what's it about
You or me? Or is it 'bout what's goin' on now?

I got somethin' here ^!$$% that'll force the crowd
to U-turn mother$#&@er, immediately, like now
There's only a few people who knows what's goin' down
The rest is headed the opposite direction right now
We hell hounds



^!$$%z is hell bound, throwin' 'em in the fire
My desire's to keep a strap ('cause these ^!$$%z be liars)
I'm required to keep a strap 'cause these ^!$$%z be wired

You know I'll keep it G until the day I expire
You know the gang code, we catch 'em slippin', let the gat explode
Now he drop to his knees ^!$$%, now the story told
Open book, the public lookin', lay dead on the pavement
He prayed all day, but the Lord couldn't save him
All the dumb %#@! he did caught up to him (*##$

Now he's shot up as swiss cheese, found in a ditch
Pass a couple of they homies, now we empty the clip
^!$$% this Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip
^!$$%z know now


I smoke blunts, drink yac

Bust caps at (*##$ ^!$$%z 'cause it's nothin' to me
('cause I'm a gangsta)
I gang bang, brains hangin', dope slangin'
That's the part of life of bein' a G
('cause I'm a gangsta)
Robbin' banks, police shootouts, high speeds
And you know it ain't %#@! to me

('cause I'm a gangsta)
Blowin' dope, make like 5, make like 10
It ain't %#@!, it ain't nothin' but G's
('cause I'm a gangsta)