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(Gangsta D:)
Hello hookers, ya trick tramp sluts It's me Gangsta D that be tossin' it up Tell 'em 2nd II None, 'cause the game is fun Some thought it was over (well it just begun) Now watch me clown and have these hoochie hoes spreadin' eagle I mash on these hookers 'cause my game is lethal Potent baby, 'cause I gots to have it A end my friend, now pour more Henn' (yac) Hookers relax as I do this here just like that Why must the dogg chase the cat? The is the procedure, we just us (mash that hoe) Before I get it poppin' I let the bitch know That I be the one they call Gangsta D I'm still kickin' back in the CPT Ain't no trick on this earth that can handle me Because I've been a G since the age of 3 Now check it (Chorus:) Ain't no room for a straggler Straggley want a crack at a macker, then pay a fee Tryin' to act like it's all that Trick please, I know you're down for some dirty work Get on your knees (Where my doggs at?) woof! (Give it up now) woof! (Let the real say) woof! (C'mon nigga) woof! (KK:) Like I'm supposed to kick back and spit cap with these hypes Hangin' out, actin' Hollywood, talkin' bout it's all good? Put the real in it phony, don't trip like ya know me The 2 will crack you down and have ya fallin' when around Check the sound - we puttin' down on CD's and tapes Each one, teach one and keep away the face, hey Fuck what I make with your mental hate And all that salt that you shake Watch the young K break and get these hookers steppin' Step back in the direction that they just came from Nah baby, ain't no trickin' with the None, sorry mack Stickin' these hoes up in packs With so much code we sick 'em back (Gangsta D:) Crack a jack Cause they all on a mission and they fightin' for position Lookin' for commission from a hustler But I wouldn't try to touch you with my fishin' pole Now trick git, hit the stroll (Chorus:) Ain't no room for a straggler Straggley want a crack at a macker, then pay a fee Tryin' to act like it's all that Trick please, I know you're down for some dirty work Get on your knees (Get down all my doggs) woof! (All the players) woof! (Let the real) woof! (All the gangstas) woof! (Gangsta D:) If you ain't with this here then back it on up I don't kill 'em soft, I make them hoes raise up Tricks worse this year, got these hoes full blown Steady grindin' these niggaz; point seen, money gone There he go, in the club spendin' all the dubs Got shook by a hook 'cause he broke code for love Uh-oh, that's the way things go I wouldn't mess around with funky cock hoes (KK:) Triple X, 900-976 number workin' Tricky click, porno flick, college undercover wit yo' fine ass I see you got some suckas on a mad dash for they cash You still don't get a pass - I'm not your Cape Crusader Blackman while you're Robin, hey I can't save ya like them suckas (What they do?) They bustin' checks for some sex Blowin' currency away by the stacks (Now what's next?) (Chorus:) Ain't no room for a straggler Straggley want a crack at a macker, then pay a fee Tryin' to act like it's all that Trick please, I know you're down for some dirty work Get on your knees (Now all my doggs) woof! (Where my riders at?) woof! (Where my doggs at?) woof! (Give it up now) woof! (C'mon) woof! (I can't hear you) woof! (Say what, what what) woof! (Say what, what what) woof! (Gangsta D: talking) Hell yeah, 2nd II None Classic material for yo' ass And for you stragglaz, you still don't get a pass Yeah... that's how we doin' it over here What you mean "what's a straggler?" It's a hoodrat Oh, you ain't a hoodrat? What, you more like a lab rat? You special?... Oh is that right? Ah, fuck it |
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| 2. |
| 4:54 |
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2-2-0
(Chorus) Up in da club (Where You chillin for the summer, homey?) Up in da club (Jump in the stretch, help me run it) Up in da club (Fly ladies from all the walls) Up in da club (With my beats I'm fadin all a y'all) Up in da club (Can a playa spend his double life) Up in da club (Before she shank me with a butter knife) Up in da club (Upper lover or lower life) Up in da club (Still the same when we go inside) (Verse 1) If You lookin for a man with a bulge in his pants Who really ain't trippin about a one night stand I'll be that dude that'll leave you wishin Who's floatin in ya love pot, strictly fishin See, baby, lookin cute with a bathing sute Pants like all in the ass without the zoom I'm gangsta, baby don't you know we keep the heaters hot Summertime, when we grind bumpin on yo block In the club smokin trees, drinkin hennessey Crack a scarp to the fullest is my strap, G Ain't no need for gangsta deeds Now put ya drinks in the air and throw a toast to me Cause I'm off the red eye flight Flyin for the ladies in the tights Tell me what you like Fast or slow? In my car or on dubs? A straight fuckin while we buckin, baby (CHORUS) (Verse 2) Now can't hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key I did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her The type that claim they fly and fresh Yappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat Drinchin all on my head and my shirt It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work Crack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self Nice at the summertime (Oh Yeah) The tricks come to spend a lot On these tricks off the knot That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks Damn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks Talkin about how many freaks I got That's why, sometimes I go for a minute & shake the spot It's either too damn crowded or hell-a-hot (CHORUS) (Verse 3) Yeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama In the six rebel Big face, she wanna know how my hit tastes Yeah, I remember these freaks by face Or they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist Most of y'all easin' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles Lookin for a nigga to hustle Shit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man For all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas Take shake the sound stand Quik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand Party from LA, Terrio to Japan If you in the sand, throw up, up ya hands If you in the hood with the leather'n'wood Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do Find me on the net, dot com the text VISA, Mastercard, American Express (Chorus Till Fade) |
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| 3. |
| 5:18 | 
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| 4. |
| 4:05 |
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(Gangsta D)
So you want love?, I'ma take you to the club and let you shake your groove thang, baby that's the cut Body like an hourglass, steppin' out the S-Class Smoke filled with the tinted and the music on blast Get down... yo before it's too late And all the real party people let me hear you say, "turn it up" Let it bang, 'cause when we party yo it ain't no thang Even haters ain't hatin' on this here, them niggaz gettin' beers All the homies straight wet, hangin' off the chandelier Three o'clock in the mornin', we ain't tired yet That's how you do it when you fuckin' with them Compton vets Full blown, and if her cock is gettin' hot then take her home And when I hit it and I finish send her on She ain't lovin' them niggaz that play Capone Baby shake it, get your groove on (Chorus: James DeBarge) Keep the party poppin' everytime we bounce through it Whatever you want... we can do it I know you from the streets, but you ain't got to try to prove it If that's what you want... we can do it (AMG) See most niggaz don't know, I keep 'em broker If I catch her slippin' up, nigga I'ma choke her I got a lil' Ike in me, the reallionaire Can make your hoe stop and stare, do ya dare? Niggaz think they cops, 'cause they handcuffin' hoes The ones with the pretty toes And if she wit it - don't stop, get it get it Give me twenty minutes to split it - forget about it Rats to the chickens, niggaz still trickin' That's why she cheatin', and your dick you're beatin' She love it when I rub it, in a Continental And never knew I had the Presidential Took her to the room, run to the boom-boom With ocean view, showed 'em what I do Baby it's a 304, 220 - freak party show... get your money hoe (Chorus: James DeBarge) Keep the party poppin' everytime we bounce through it Whatever you want... we can do it I know you from the streets, but you ain't got to try to prove it If that's what you want... we can do it (KK) I need a shot of that brown liqour I'm at the party man, the females hoo-bangin' harder than niggaz Now get the picture (Polaroid), '99 (on the grind) Take it to the limit - make it, shake it But don't spend it all in one spot girl What's up on the thigh, can I get it hot?, with moist in your twat Let me put it down, and move it around Locally and the world, to all the women and girls shake that good thang God gave ya I love ya too baby, but I ain't the one tryin' to save ya Like the suckers that come to the party to straight trip Spend they grip, talk shit, and get whipped On the real like that, where the party still cracks 'til the one show out and turn the motherfucker out Then it's on to the next house (what?) Well if not - then it's on to the mo' so I can bust that thang out (Chorus: James DeBarge) Keep the party poppin' everytime we bounce through it Whatever you want... we can do it I know you from the streets, but you ain't got to try to prove it If that's what you want... we can do it |
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| 5. |
| 4:31 |
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(KK)
Now break me down if you can, but the black still gon' remain the same I'll just be trippin' off of suckers while I do my thang Yes, I gots to hustle up to stack my end This do-or-die situation that I'm in I'm gon' win Can't let no hoes in my business If a hooker got game, she'll find a way to twist it Havin' me - in a spot, and straight stabbin' me - in the back, where the K can't see I'ma be what I can dogg, that's all I can be Whether I'm rappin' on these songs or bangin' up in them streets Livin' day by day, and never by the minute Too much shit goin' on for this nigga to be up in it Crossed up, in the wrong place with the right color And right takes at the wrong time While I'm runnin' in this race, hot damn, what can I do? I guess young black still keep ridin' true (Chorus: Mausberg) Now when you niggaz get to trippin' and hopin' that we slippin' (gotta make 'em understand) Break they backs now (gotta make 'em understand) Cock me back now (gotta make 'em understand) - boo-ya Now when you niggaz get to trippin' 'cause we stackin' our chips Graduated from brown herb to the finest shit (Gotta make 'em understand) - break they backs now (Gotta make 'em understand) - pound-pound (Gangsta D) Gangsta D, sippin' Gin and Mystic I'm 'bout to break off Captain-Save-A-Triznick Cause niggaz like you I can't stand my man Flossin' for a hoe, walkin' hand in hand And talkin' to my bitch about me, nigga that ain't cool You love to give a hoe good news Fuckin' with my business got his name erased Cause pimpin' was the reason and murder was the case I gots to keep the 'P' in my pimpin' baby And can't no funky cock hoe fade me Bet a bitch pay me, 'cause I serves her well She love to get butt naked at the motel See we party to the plus in my neighborhood Crack the hoes, hustle-hustle 'cause the game is good (DJ Quik talking) Oh, so we make crossover records now huh? It's Compton city streets for life nigga, check your sources (Chorus: Mausberg) All you grip trippin' hoes, see your game exposed You fuckin' with some pros and we stay on our toes (Gotta make 'em understand) - cock me back now (Gotta make 'em understand) - boo-ya You see them hoes think we slippin' 'cause we lettin' 'em kick it But they ain't knowin' once I finish, the homie 'bout to hit it (Gotta make 'em understand) - break they backs now (Gotta make 'em understand) - pound-pound (Mausberg) Now I be dippin' down the block puffin' a pimp Marinatin', never jumpin' out of character for a bitch You want her? - you can have her, 'cause I ain't 'bout that bullshit One less hoe callin' my house, blowin' up my hip That's real shit, take the game and soak it Fuckin' lowlife bitch that's only happy when she loaded Havin' yac attacks, fiendin' for grub from T.G.I.' But comin' at The Realest babay, you'll get the bye-bye Cause I'm too solid to let a hoe infiltrate A nigga like me don't believe in hard breaks I'm from Compton, all my doggs known for stompin' Checkin' you haters before you start sayin' somethin' The 220 in effect with Mausberg We be doin' shit that most real niggaz only heard I'll go about from the East to the South We be spittin' game, that we know it, no doubt (Chorus: Mausberg) All you grip trippin' hoes, see your game exposed You fuckin' with some pros and we stay on our toes (Gotta make 'em understand) - cock me back now (Gotta make 'em understand) - boo-ya You see them hoes think we slippin' 'cause we lettin' 'em kick it But they ain't knowin' once I finish, the homie 'bout to hit it (Gotta make 'em understand) - break they backs now (Gotta make 'em understand) - pound-pound |
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| 6. |
| 4:35 |
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(Chorus:)
Oh, party... talkin' 'bout a party Nothin' but a party... talkin' 'bout a party All my party (people), in the party Talkin 'bout a party... how you like to party? (KK:) I like the parties that you hear about, and you wanna touch The party where you play our shit - speaker busts And ain't no rushin' the hoes man, they there to be chose From entertainers, ballplayers - my niggaz are pro Head to toe, girl you lookin' good to me Can I get some of your time without payin' a fee? (I'm 'bout the benjamins) Nah, you just a rat 'bout that cheese With that root of all evil disease I'm never on my knees simpin' to ya (nah nah baby) But you could be my private dancer, and let me do ya Let your man school you on the facts Then crack them backs to KK when I lay down pipe out yo' back right Now anything goes, gettin' swept off your toes by 2nd II None Gettin' the job done on the one (one) Now is that real to you? (It's real to me baby) That's cool, now can we start a little party baby? (Chorus:) Oh, party... talkin' 'bout a party Nothin' but a party... talkin' 'bout a party All my party (people), in the party Nothin' but a party... how you like to party? (Gangsta D:) Don't stop - just let your coochie pop When you sweat it out baby meet me at the Marriott I'll leave the shower runnin', I'm hopin' that you're comin' Cause tonight me and you can be funnin' I know you like the 'what', 'cause you get deep Oh you's a daddys girl, but you're still a freak Now I can see it in your eyes You gon' let me work it and slip it between your thighs Me stabbin' your pussy completin' the homicide Why are those guys so freakin' fly? Well you can be too if ya only try Throw your hands up, let me see ya touch the sky Tonight's the night My nigga Hamm comin' through with a whole gang of brew And his game on tight plus he rhymin' too You can't beat that, Rob Bacon got the sack And all you stragglaz - let me show you where the pussy at (Chorus:) Oh, party... talkin' 'bout a party Nothin' but a party... talkin' 'bout a party All my party (people), in the party Nothin' but a party... how you like to party? (Playa Hamm:) To be a mack or not be a mack (ain't no question) And if you needin' some business, we got more than suggestions Me and my niggaz keepin' somethin' for you to do So uh, respecognize when we rendezvous Whether the party over here, the party over there Rule number one is the game ain't fair So don't be cryin' when you get caught lyin' bout your statements And ain't nothin' tricky 'cause these tricks can't fade us, yeah We be trippin' all around the globe And all you needin' is your toothbrush baby (and your bathrobe) You wanna get at me? you knowin' how I play And make all mine payable to be parlay We the type of players makin' Save-Em's sick Spreadin' velveeta throughout my click Now, everybody smoke ('cause the price like that) And everybody freaks ('cause the ice like that) See, if I ain't gettin' payed a plus four on the guest list I ain't at the party and I ain't givin' a fuck 'cause I - can't miss what I - never had And I'll be way too busy doin' good to do bad So all I'm wantin' with my meal (extra cheese) And all I'm needin' with my nani (is extra strong needs) So please, it be's a pleasure when it's business, you know And it's all about the pleasure when the 'P' flow Ya hear me? (Chorus x3:) Oh, party... talkin' 'bout a party Nothin' but a party... talkin' 'bout a party All my party (people), in the party Nothin' but a party... how you like to party? |
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| 4:20 |
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| 4:44 |
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| 4:37 |
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| 11. |
| 4:20 |
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tell me where you from
can a brother come? shes just glowing like the moon hot like the sun 18 years young all up in my square never thought that love could touch a young player caught baby strollin during that time i was ballin, rolling having everything money foldin women at the dozens, it never meant nothing then you came along showed me spiritual loving and we became one then you gave me two no more stress for me cause im high on you some dont have a clue on how well we do i hope you feeling me baby cause im truely feeling you smooth like ? fly, believe me when the dogg came out you still didnt leave me together you and I thru life we gonna win cause i looked to your side and found a friend (James DeBarge) (Chorus) Your my princess growing stronger and i love to do the things that make you smile your my princess growing stronger and i want to see that i hold you for a while (your my everything) Listen lovechild you aint gotta do those things that you continue to do just trying to get my attention to get me close to you now i could tell just aswell as you can (love you) i just wanna feel the touch of your love in my hands im exceriseing my plan letting my thoughts expand to the pyshical a little bit but not too much but just enough to where the blood starts to rush tingling hot now when theres so little words im just trying to pick that lock to reveal your mystreys from your past centurys to now true love and heart give and take a bow from mothers, wives, daughters lovers and others its hard to show these days how you really love us brothers treat em like dirt they respond with hurt showing you care and love em brings the coming of a women (Chorus) |
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| 3:33 |
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| 13. |
| 8:50 |
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