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Gangs, gangs, gangs
Whole lotta, whole lotta (what?) Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (whole lotta that)
Whole lotta, whole lotta (what?) Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (whole lotta that)
Got her off the pill, told us where they were hangin' (where?) (where?)
You ain't hit nothin', dawg, where were you aimin'? (Pop, pop) (Pop, pop)
We gon' wake up and go back in the AM (pop, pop) (pop, pop)
Knock somethin' down right where they be slangin' (boom) (boom)
Whole lotta, whole lotta (what?) Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (whole lotta that)
Whole lotta, whole lotta (what?) Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (whole lotta that)
Whole lotta gang shit goin' on daily
Wet bigger restaurant, brewin' them brazes
Better not catch him, throwin' up Bay Street
Tight red eyes on him, bandana paisley
Put up on the side, and we shot him in his face (pop, pop)
G-digger told on all of us, murder was the case, P
All these gang tats make it hard to mistake me
Baby mine praying that I make it home safely (dear, God)
You went to prison, I know it could've been me (me)
Police are trippin', still in the hood as we speak (speak)
Knew he was hatin', but never to that degree (wow)
Got the heat off you because you put it on me
Gotta be extra careful when I wind up jerkin' my teeth
Tops a-lookin' for you, that mean they lookin' for me (yeah)
We ain't just cookin' dope, but we still be cookin' a beat (beat)
Seen some shit in the street that you probably wouldn't believe (yeah)
Whole lotta, whole lotta (what?) Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (whole lotta that)
Whole lotta, whole lotta (what?) Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (whole lotta that)
Got her off the pill, told us where they were hangin' (where?)
You ain't hit nothin', dawg, where were you aimin'? (Pop, pop)
We gon' wake up and go back in the AM (pop, pop)
Knock somethin' down right where they be slangin' (boom)
Whole lotta, whole lotta (what?) Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (whole lotta that)
Whole lotta, whole lotta (what?) Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (whole lotta that)
Check it, whole lot of that, put him in a body bag
Win a shotty blast, ****, get your body tagged
I'm a certified ****, we don't lollygag
I be eatin' on these suckas, so they probably mad
Throwin' up gang signs, I'ma bang mine (mine)
You a police-ass ****, you a canine (-nine)
I squeeze on a **** 'fore he take mine (mine)
I break a **** off before he break mine (mine)
Iraq, California, bitch, Cali life
I lay on your house like a satellite
I slide through and pop up your candlelight
I be plottin' on the suckas, yeah, I strategize
I be licked, it's the click, and your **** know
We just knock down your **** in that **** hole
All that sneak dissin', that's what got that **** smoked
Leave your corpse in the dirt when that trigger blow (blow)
In the back layin' down with a foley on me
Red rag dressin' black with a hoodie on me
Five-0, see, I stink, that's a cookie on me
You bet I never try to send another rookie on me
In the back layin' down with a foley on me
Red rag dressin' black with a hoodie on me
Five-0, see, I stink, that's a cookie on me
You bet I never try to send another rookie on me
Whole lotta, whole lotta (what?) Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (whole lotta that)
Whole lotta, whole lotta (what?) Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (whole lotta that)
Got her off the pill, told us where they were hangin' (where?)
You ain't hit nothin', dawg, where were you aimin'? (Pop, pop)
We gon' wake up and go back in the AM (pop, pop)
Knock somethin' down right where they be slangin' (boom)
Whole lotta, whole lotta (what?) Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (whole lotta that)
Whole lotta, whole lotta (what?) Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit (whole lotta that)
Written by: Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Robert Amparan


