Daz Dillinger - Gangsta Rap lyrics

[Crooked I] Yeah, it's that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go I'm from a long lost tribe called "f** a Ho" Come through in a new Chevy, droppin game like it's too heavy Well for you s**ers 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 {*music starts*} [Daz] 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 n***as 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 f**in it up Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone All alone roamin ya neighborhood at high exhaust High stylin and profilin, n***as comin after me (f** 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!) [Hook: Kurupt] 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 [Crooked I] n***a, I buy new blocks for war A few shots, a broad, that make you drop Then I'mma pop two cops or more I'm too hot, come through wit two proper who*es Playin 2Pac 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, sh** n***a, 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 n***a dead or alive who f**in wit me Keep the d**h Row chains out My left (?) 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 (?), n***a [Hook] [Kurupt] Innie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo' Ho 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? {*screech*} We the realist, kickin back, and feelin real chillin Dope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump n***a It ain't nuttin to applaud (uh-huh) Never slippin dick n***a, to the West then took it straight "This kid's a psycho gramma!" f** a ho cous' Took it, what it is, what it was Blood, n***a what it is, what is was My n***as, California n***a what it is f** the rap game if you can't pay mayne Obsessed with the West (West coast!), rack 'em shells And we started off the motherf**in multi-platinum sales b*atch! [Hook 2X] [Kurupt] Gangsta rap.. gangsta rap Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap [Crooked I] Yeah, two gangstas from radio Kurupt - k** Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah .. b*atch! Uhh!