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Kurupt
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That Gangsta
Lyricist:Ricardo Emmanuel Brown Jr., Warren Griffin
Don't make no sense (Sense, sense) Shit's shady Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga Don't make no sense
No false pre-tense (Tense, tense) U-huh, don't make no sense Not a false pre-tense Warren G, drop that shit, man
One for the money in the valley of the G's Where the riders ride, bustas die Some may survive but the bottom line Is if you cock your 9, you're stoppin' time
Just ask my big homie, he'll put you deep On the quick come up, nigga, put the gun up One time runnin' up, I got a clear view I got it all telescoped in the rear view
I got a whole stash of dope, cash of dope Which one you tryin' to get? I'm about to let the mack, nigga, spit And rock off the top of your shit
I got a fiendin' for a little bit of M&M's Run up and bust nigga from here to [unverified] It's gonna take 10 of them and I'mma light 'em all Throw a gangsta reunion and invite 'em all It don't matter who you are fuck 'em all
Don't make no sense I'm a false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (What?) That's gangsta, nigga (What?)
Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (What?) That's gangsta, nigga (What?)
Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (What?) That's gangsta, nigga (What?)
Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga That's gangsta, nigga (Dogg Pound)
Now all my gangsta ride, it's all do or die Dogg Pound [unverified]gangstas give it up Show your hands in the sky it don't stop It don't quit, rock a 17 Eclipse on hollow tips
The homie just came through in a MC, pop the trunk (What's up, homie? Come peep this out) Floss the chrome M-3 (What's up, nigga?)
He said,'What's up people?' (What's up people?) I said,'Every thing's pleasant†(Aww, man, I'm doin' cool)
Plus I got my Desert [unverified]Eagle' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But ain't no problems It ain't no trouble Someone cocked the 4-double
It's time for the midnight masquerade (Come on, let's ride, niggas) Gotti Valentino, I'm walkin around Wippin' off my shoes with c-notes, G.Gambino
I wanna own casinos (Uh-huh) But before you catch me laid My whole centipede sprayed Touched and did it, indented enfragment
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and cash I can't wait to get around your little bitch ass Life ain't nothin' but cash Fuck the bitches, the niggas, the weed and the hash
Life ain't complete without the heat to blast You couldn't do a nigga without the extra clips to mash You ain't blastin'? Then you only learned a fraction You only learned somethin'
The rest is closed-captioned How could I make it over there Where the light shine? Home where a nigga's not alone
'Cause everywhere where I seen or turn It seems a nigga got a lot to learn I pose like a poster, pull the heat out the hollster Blast, get ghost and shake the whole coast
Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (What?) That's gangsta, nigga (What?)
Don't make no sense (None) No false pre-tense Man, that's gangsta, nigga (What?) That's gangsta, nigga
Don't make no sense No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga That's gangsta, nigga
Don't make no sense (None) No false pre-tense That's gangsta, nigga (What?) That's gangsta, nigga
Gangstas roll and ganstas ride Dippin', trippin', slip and slide Mash with the niggas that mash with you Get cash with the niggas that get cash with you
Don't even trip off, 'He say, she say' Don't matter what you say Don't matter what we say Just keep your heaters cocked and loaded (Load it, nigga)
'Cause when it exploded (Fuck it, nigga) Fuck it, I'mma get [unverified]'til I pass If you're gonna shoot, blast (Fuck it)
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