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Kurupt - That's Gangsta lyrics
(Chorus) Don't make no sense (Sense, sense) Shit's shady Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga Don't make no sense No false pre-tense (Tense, tense) U-huh Don't make no sense Not a false pre-tense Warren G, drop that shit, man (Verse 1) One for the money in the valley of the G's Where the riders ride Bustas die Some may survive but the bottom line Is if you cock your 9 You're stoppin' time Just ask my big homie, he'll put you deep On the quick come-up Nigga, put the gun up One time runnin' up I got a clear view I got it all telescoped in the rearview I got a whole stash of dope Cash of dope Which one you tryin' to get? I'm about to let the mack, nigga, spit And rock off the top of your shit I got a fiendin' for a little bit of M&M's Run up and bust nigga from here to ??? It's gonna take 10 of them And I'mma light 'em all Throw a gangsta reunion And invite 'em all It don't matter who you are Fuck 'em all (Chorus) Don't make no sense I'm a false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga That's gangsta, nigga (Dogg Pound) (Verse 2) Now all my gangsta ride It's all do or die Dogg Pound... Gangstas Give it up Show your hands in the sky It don't stop It don't quit Rock a 17 Eclipse On hollow tips The homie just came through in a MC Pop the trunk (What's up, homie? Come peep this out!) Floss the chrome M-3 (What's up, nigga?!) He said "What's up people" (What's up people) I said, "Everything's pleasant (Aww man, I'm doin' cool) Plus I got my Desert... Eagle" But ain't no problems It ain't no trouble Someone cocked the 4-double It's time for the midnight maquerade (Come on, let's ride, niggas!) Gotti Valentino I'm walkin around wippin' off my shoes with c-notes G. Gambino I wanna own casinos (uh-huh) But before you catch me laid My whole centipede sprayed Touched and did it Indented enfragment Life ain't nothin' but bitches and cash I can't wait to get around your little bitch ass Life ain't nothin' but cash Fuck the bitches, the niggas, the weed, and the hash Life ain't complete without the heat to blast You couldn't do a nigga without the extra clips to mash You ain't blastin'? Then you only learned a fraction You only learned somethin' The rest is closed-captioned How could I make it over there where the light shine? Home Where a nigga's not alone Cause everywhere where I seen or turn It seems a nigga got a lot to learn I pose like a poster Pull the heat out the hollster Blast, get ghost and shake the whole coast (Chorus) Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) Don't make no sense (None) No false pre-tense Man, that's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga That's gangsta, nigga Don't make no sense (None) No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (Whaaat?) That's gangsta, nigga (Verse 3) Gangstas roll and ganstas ride Dippin', trippin', slip and slide Mash with the niggas that mash with you Get cash with the niggas that get cash with you Don't even trip off "he say/she say" Don't matter what you say Don't matter what we say Just keep your heaters cocked and loaded (Load it, nigga!) Cause when it exploded (Fuck it, nigga!) Fuck it I'mma get ??? 'til I pass If you're gonna shoot, blast (Fuck it!) |
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