Kurupt - Where the Gangstas At lyrics

[B-Legit] (Kurupt) (Gangsta time) Where my gangstas at? (Gangsta ville) Where all my gangstas at? (You know it ain't a gangsta ville withoout a dog pound) And a hog n***a (caughing) Yea, special dedication To all my gangsta n***as and to all my gangsta b**hes (Im sick wit it tho, check it out) [B-Legit] I used to mash through the crowd Makin b**hes wonder "DAMN" That n***a B-Legit's the man It was 65 grand for the land Fo 5 O, 4x4, hit the strip slow Windows on tint so they can't look in Its me the kingpin hit and Mac 10 On a trip about to hit up the 6 Should I give up, them n***as run up They f**ed, now what Huh, whos that? (Kurupt, Mack 10) That n***a Kurrupt G'z up, hoes down, muthaf**a blaze up D.P.G.C. muthaf**a g'd up In all blue and grey all day always Let the dogs out muthaf**a Hear the barking See the homies G-walking gangsta talkin b**hes low on dick often very often Lil beeyotch 135 pounds of all diaaack I keep the house always stoppin them dubbs to the bay Fina f** with B cousin and E fo tay From my hood to yo' town its all about the cash Got the check and the hoe checkin off in the stash Dont worry bout' nathan, we out there slangin Mac n' Kurrupt stay down for whobangin Keep a fat sack of dope n' fo sho im Dealy Maine, the first foo crossin fo sho I'll k** em' Where the gangstas at? [Chorus 4x] Where the gangstas at? Where the gangstas at? Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at! [Mack 10] We gone keep it gangsta ain't go to pop Push the six double O and the Rarri drop Get the two tickets spread on top of the hill n***as bellin em' chucks makin over a mill Keep the studio full of groupie hoes and choosas In the gut bruisas n' three time losers Mac 10 still thuggin, thats whats expected And I vow to keep it ruff as long as Im connected [Kurupt] Man I dont give a f** about a b**h Man I won't ever ever give em' sh** I hit the switch about 5 times Then I make a switch and bust 5 rymes Swerve wit a homie that can serve 5 verbes Man thats the life then go home to my wife With my pistol (??) (??) Retire a n***a, now Im a let my girl write my first verse [B-Legit] I hear it's funk on board, they need to let that go Got k**as gettin down for a brick of snow And for the right doe have your head chopped Tag the drug, b**h you f**in with thugs No time for pleasures, I got mills to buy judges They rush us, tryin to touch us They bust us, no we all burn for scraps So tell me where the homies and my gangstas at Chorus