East bay gangster

East bay gangster Lyrics

Verse 1:

Welcome to the ghetto, and this is the place, young niggas be throwin
they rocks up in my face
My homey G be yellin yo this like a holdup, I抦 pullin my gat to make
a mutha f**ka fold up
In my Jag on my phone talkin business, Mac 10 to my dome Yo what is this
I抦 tellin him drop it Yo let抯 box and we can go a round, he dropped
his gat I picked it up and blew his ass down
I know it抯 scandalous but a simple f**kin dirty fact, I抎 rather hear
my Uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
It抯 for protection not to kill or break a nigga抯 bones, back to the
story, here抯 the story B the story on
His guts were scattered he was splattered up against the wall, my homey
G was on my phone buggin off my call
I tried to smash but I抦 lookin at some high beams into the eyes of
some mutha f**kin dope fiend
He seen me shoot him so I shot him blew his ass off , I shot my Uzi up
in the air and then I smashed off
I抦 rollin thicker than a milkshake, I like to eat crab but I prefer
steak
I ain抰 no joke mutha f**ka so don抰 play yourself, I flip you over fry
your ass like a patty melt
And if you ever disrespect me I抦a bank ya, so say what up to the
mutha f**kin east bay gangsta

meneme forgot to use my nine cuz 5-0 bombed the AK, the 187 posse
robbed the bank in a way. Legal or illegal it抯 the way of the bay. The
government keep the profit of cocaine in a way. Me shootin up me
shootin up if he don抰 give me my pay The niggas up on the block send
for me every day. A thousand everyday will keep the 5-0 away. Just
call me east bay G-A-N-G-S-T-A

Verse 2:

Looked in my mirror cose range right behind me, tinted windows up in
the Benz 190
I ain抰 no dummy knew right off he抯 tryin to kill me, if I don抰 smash
full of buckshot he will fill me
Hangin out the car shots scatter windows shatter trouble, I抣l shoot
him up bathed in his blood like Mr Bubble
187 did I do it with an AK, another day a nigga dead up in the
alleyway
Why did I do it, it抯 my pistol and I packed it, I think they need to
lock my ass up in a straightjacket
So all you suckas listen close to this warnin, while I get into your
ass like Charmin
Funky sh*t that so dope so open your mouth up, you ever shuck me I抦a
blow your f**kin house up
And if youever disrespect me I抦a bank ya, so say what up to the mutha
f**kin eastbay gangsta

Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta kickin the funky
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta(???) G-Nut
because he抯 down with the Fac, lynch mutha f**kas when we抮e coolin
the block. The X the L the A the R-G-E, the murder fac 187 posse. The
E-A-Ski is with 187, the CMT is with 187

Verse 3:

Now as I抦 maxin in this mutha f**kin jail cell, with nuthin but dried
up funk to smell
I thinkin about the times that I ganked fools and why I抦 coolin in
these f**ked up county blues
I 憊e murder mutha f**kas singular and in a pair, and in the morning
I抣l be getting the electric chair
But do I care, Yo I could give a f**k less, the CIA, FBI got it in the
chest
Tappin my phone calls, wires hidden in my walls, I had the money flowin
smooth like Niagara Falls
The glory got so I抦 considered a murderous criminal, because my bullet
ate his ass like a cannibal
Before I chopped him with AK I made him say his grace, and then I
emptied the clip off up in his f**kin face
His partner callin for backup as I was breakin out, nigga refused to
die, that抯 what I heard him shout
I hit the corner with quickness because I ain抰 the one, to feel the
f**kin blast of a shotgun
And when they fry my ass, I抦 goin straight Hell, that抯 why I抦 kickin
you tales of a jail cell
And if you ever disrespect me I抦a bank ya, so say what up to the mutha
f**kin eastbay gangsta

Dja Mon, me gonna kick the funky gangsta sh*t mon, me kickin the funky
gangsta. The gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta,
Gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da gangsta
Dja mon, mida me got E-A-Ski in the house mon, Me got me DJ Xtra Large
mon, We got CMT in the mutha f**kin house, Dja Mon we got (????) Check
it out!

Verse 4:

Me pullin out me glock mon to settle the ghetto job me kickin the funky
reggae kickin the funky rasta
Many people that I be meeting be calling me killa gangsta then shoot up
your b**ch and kick back and smoke a blunt in the car
Me f**kin with dank me f**kin with dank It抯 S-P-I-C-E 1 me buckin em
down me buckin em down shootin lead in his lung
Me kickin the funky gangsta sh*t to get the b**ch sprung, the 187
Faculty b**ch so f**k the
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