2nd II None

(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

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)

(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

(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

(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?

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)