Gangsta Nation Lyrics

Gangsta Nation lyrics

This game right here is really rough

These girls out here about to
bust

These fools out here afraid of us

I have no fear, afraid of
what

And with my peers, I'm comin up

Fools talk real loud but don't run
up

When we gun through, they run and duck

We still right here don't
press your luck



Homey I'm tired of these cowards parkin like
this

Walkin like this

From the concrete when they chalkin like
this

And videos in a trick pose in a throwback

Holdin a gat

Aint
gon bust and know that

Its a WSC thang, WC brain

And we don't kick it
with bustas in khaki g strangs

I'm done movin, I'm clearin the
crowd

It's the Hoo-Bangin bandana criminal

The
orignal



Evacuate the building, look here come a plane

No it's the
big bad westside connect gang

And fuck what you claim, homey this
Hoo-Bang

With enough game to drive a square broad insane

And we number
one gunners

No, we aint stunners

It's real with us partner

Dealers
and drug runners

And Mack be the b-boy in the H2 Hummer

Lookin hotter
than the South, Central LA summer



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What
the hell is Ie Cube talkin about?

That's how you get these here, parked in
your mouth

Westide ride trick

The same old spit

I don't conversate
wit chicks

I aint gon hit

I don't holler at these pros

That sing
like Ashanti

Body like Beyonce

Face like Andre

You kinda
strange

But I'm wit so my entre got to be bomb



Have you seen
us

Naw, haters can't see us

Connect gang we the genuis
nigga

Countless cars and countless charge

It's three niggas makin
blunts outta Cuban cigars

Big my the liters

Hypnotic by the
liters

Wit the fuckin pros on us

Cause our chronic is the
greenest

And to my G's incarcerated on probation

I'm a stay bangin for
the whole G nation, nigga



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It's a gangsta
nation if you in, you a g

And the ho world influenced by the B and the
C

Now tell the truth rappers you don't ball like me

Cause I'm really
from the game

Ya'll just industry

And while I'm servin up and comin
young hustlers and cluckers

Banging for the hood causin havoc and
ruckus

You fools at the label kissin up like suckas

And you trick so
sit down when you pee little bustas



One thing I do know

I ain't
the uno

Big luno

Rap sumo

On pluto

You know?

I'd like to
thank the congregation

And my affiliation to the gangsta nation

I'm
hard on em, yeah I'm ruthless

You like a stress sack, boy your
useless

You know the side tray, better bet a bonet

Cause it must be a
single when Nate Dogg singin on it



Well check this out man

We got
a gangsta nation goin down over here

So y'all might as well bow
down

And join this westside thing

Cause once you get wit
this,

Partna, you as G as can be

Believe that homeboy

Fray Ray,
what I tell ya?

It ain't a hit til Nate Dogg spit



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line*