Yo, 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 Pound it {*music starts*}

Six straight, six fo',

L co's, missed it

Cause that's the

Smith & West, ***** 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 ****** all in the cut

Layed back, actin a nut, waitin 'to erupt

No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust

Let us do what we gotta do, it's ****** it up

Let it be known,

Daz Dillinger rough to the bone

All alone roamin ya neighborhood at high exhaust

High stylin and profilin, ****** 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!)

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

*****, 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

Law Crooked

I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train wearin a platinum chain strapped with thang

It's the U gang, 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 ****** wit me

Keep the Death

Row chains out

My left blow 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 owner, *****

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 **** up in you

So fast, in a flash, then

I gotta slash, whattup

Daz? {*screech*}

We the realist, kickin back, and feelin real chillin

Don't floss, ooh you get tossed, we dumb *****

It ain't nuttin to applaud (uh-huh)

Never slippin **** *****, 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 ******,

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 ************ multi-platinum sales

Biatch!

Gangsta rap.. gangsta rap

Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap

Yeah, 2 gangsta 4 radio

Kurupt - kill

Blood, Daz

Dillinger,

Crooked I, yeah ..

Biatch! Uhh!