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Gangsta Funktion

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Ya, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride

Come dance for me

47 in this bitch, that's right

I want 250k upfront

When you catch the enemy, you better rush one

She a pretty lil' bitch, she a plus one

If you chillin' round me, you better bust guns

Bitch, I like to tote guns, semi automatics

47 boy, 'bout to make a hood classic

Come from the ghetto, where this shit get tough

Join the enemies, then you 'bout to get snuffed (brat)

If I should die, before I wake

I pray the Lord, my soul to take

I got a sexy lil' bitch I gotta see at eight

And she got an attitude, she ain't got no patience

I'm a rich southsider, all da hoes love it

Million dollar deal without wack 100

See these ratchet ass bitches gone fuck for the money

How the fuck you get signed, but you drivin' a bucket

Hoes got it all twisted, I'ma show you a time

Everybody gets a target when my soilders align

I don't side with anybody who be siding with opps

I'ma throw a gangsta party when he finally dies

Gangstas don't dance, we boogie

All strapped with a all black hoodie

Gangstas don't dance, we boogie

All strapped with a all black hoodie

Gangstas don't dance, we boogie

Listen, ay

Ay, I popped two pills with the Duce

Lil' bitch drink it up like it's koolaid

Hell yeah, I need my money by the due date

Stop playin' 'cause these bullets got no name

All blacked out, strapped with the beam on it

You know the bitch tryna chill, I told her lean on it

Whole gang in this bitch, better think on it

If you hear about my name, you better speak on it

That lil' homie caught life, so I'm stressed out

Stop talkin' 'cause you playin' with yo' life now

All this talk about beef, better pipe down

If you want it, you could get it on sight now, stupid

Gangstas don't dance, we boogie

All strapped with a all black hoodie

Gangstas don't dance, we boogie

Better call for back up, hide yo' bitch

'Bout to hit 'em wit' that Cali gangsta shit

This is it, this is how lit it get

When you fuck with the West Coast, one percent

Ya he went, whatever he said he meant

Me and G pull up heavyweight event

Panties wet, your girl gettin' so excited

Called her a hoe and she didn't mind it

Got hoes waiting at the double tree

They all know what it's 'bout to be

When they come around me and KLG

Gangsta shit lost in a cloud of smoke

Opps know better don't want no smoke, nah

I'm not the one you wanna provoke

I'm a motherfuckin' threat, go straight for the throat

Gangstas don't dance, we boogie

All strapped with a all black hoodie

Gangstas don't dance, we boogie

Two-step, slide like this

Do the E walk, I do mine like this (E's up)

Blued up when I walk in this bitch

I'm an essay but mom mistake me for a crip

This L.A. and we press full force

Last bitch left me, couldn't do it no more

She said I'm too much, always gettin' in trouble

Told her jump in the foreign, drink this Hen' and shut up

Headed to the intercontinental suite

Lookin' out the sky view as I'm beatin' them cheeks

Turnt up, I know this the West Coast

So serious, I got that shit tatted on my dome

Gangstas don't dance, we boogie

All strapped with a all black hoodie

Gangstas don't dance, we boogie

Look, Mr. Criminal coming bustin' like a baller

Dispenca on the tira enemigas they want nada

King Lil G, Mr. Criminal representing for the raza

Most sold back to back ever since Kid Frost

Smokin' up on this kush, hella high 'bout to lift off

Foos hella soft, plucked eyebrows and lip gloss

Hustle what this shit cost

Raised by the pits and them rots, we the motherfuckin' big dogs

If it ain't 'Pac, Snoop or Dre

You ain't sold more than me and King Lil G

In the last 20 years, check the facts in the motherfuckin' industry

Ain't many with brown skin that sold millions

Smoking wit' the homie, fresh out the pin chillin'

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