[Crooked I]



Yeah, it's that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go



I'm from a long lost tribe called "Fuck a Hoe"



Come through in a new Chevy, droppin game like it's too heavy



Well for you suckers 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, nigga 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 niggaz 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 fuckin it up



Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone



All alone roamin ya neighborhood at high exhaust



High stylin and profilin, niggaz comin after me



(fuck y'all) In actuality they face the technicality



(whattup dawg?) Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy



(hell yeah) On site a nigga 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!)







[Chorus: 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]



Nigga, I buy new blocks for war



A few shots, a broad, that make you drop



Then I'ma pop two cops or more



I'm too hot, come through wit two proper whores



Playin Tupac 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, shit



Nigga, 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 nigga dead or alive who fuckin wit me



Keep the Death 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 (?), nigga







[Chorus]







[Kurupt]



Innie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo'



Hoe 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 nigga



It ain't nuttin to applaud (uh-huh)



Never slippin dick nigga, to the West then took it straight



"This kid's a psycho gramma!" Fuck a hoe cous'



Took it, what it is, what it was



Blood, nigga what it is, what is was



My niggaz, California nigga what it is



Fuck the rap game if you can't pay mayne



Obsessed with the West (West coast!), rack 'em shells



And we started off the motherfuckin multi-platinum sales



Biatch!







[Chorus 2X]







[Kurupt]



Gangsta rap.. gangsta rap



Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap







[Crooked I]



Yeah, two gangstas from radio



Kurupt - kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah



.. Biatch!Uhh!