Lyrics
You hear that?
You hear that nigga?
Nah, that's gangsta music
Fucking right nigga (Fucking right nigga)
Now this ain't none of that smooth shit
This how them fools get blues quick
My nigga, this is gangsta music
Guns, money, and drugs
Man, this the shit that make thugs
Hit the block and straight open up
Gangsta, gutta, that real-life street shit
That eight-ball, Scarface, I.S.T. shit
That always pack a tool 'cause I got beef shit
And fuck them other dudes who I got beef with
Cross me, they'll smell you
Mainly shit for the niggas up on the corner and the niggas in jail too
Eazy and Ice Cube, niggas with attitudes
This shit'll make a puss-ass nigga just bust you
To a real cheap track, man them hoes be buckin' too
Turn on that UGK, and shit be buckin' and suckin' too
Hey girl, mama mia, had these little hoes suckin' too
My nigga, I don't know about you
But I love listenin' to gangsta music
Straight gangsta music
Man, it ain't nothin' like this gangsta music
Straight gangsta music
Man, I got love for this gangsta music
Gangsta music, nigga, gangsta music
'Cause if it wasn't for this gangsta music
If it wasn't for this gangsta shit
Straight gangsta
Gotta mention that nigga Pac 'cause he rocked shit
And you know Biggie was a fool before he got hit
That nigga Slick Rick, yeah, he had some hot shit
And Ghetto Boyz' mind tricks was a hot hit
Got high bars, man them niggas used to drop shit
That make you wanna chop shit and straight stop shit
DCP's and the clique, they was real sick
Snoopin' great on the chronic, that was real shit
Now all them niggas had they time, now it's real shit
We'll hold this gangsta shit down 'cause we livin'
Lay it down and let the gangsta niggas hear me
And we gon' let the money pop to the ceiling
Man, I love listening to gangsta music