Gangsta Rap-Tha Dogg Pound/Crooked I

Yeah, 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 Poundin' Six straight, six fo', L co's, missed it 'Cause that's what one of us, n***a 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 niggaz 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 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 n***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) 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 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 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, shit Nigga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships Then shape shift yo' facial, "Matrix" like a face lift So face it, y'all ain't nuttin' to see Ain't a n***a dead or alive who fuckin' wit' me Keep the Death Row chains out My left [unverified] connect so hard your head blow Now let's blow brains out, just thought I had to warn ya Don't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya [unverified], nigga 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 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? We the realist, kickin' back, and feelin' real chillin' Dope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump nigga It ain't nuttin' to applaud Never slippin' dick nigga, to the West then took it straight "This kid's a psycho gramma", f**k a hoe cous' Took it, what it is, what it was Blood, n***a what it is, what is was My niggaz, California n***a what it is Fuck the rap game if you can't pay Mayne Obsessed with the West, rack 'em shells (West coast) And we started off the motherfuckin' multi-platinum sales Biatch 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 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 Gangsta rap, gangsta rap Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap Yeah, two gangstas from radio Kurupt, kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah Biatch