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v-dog and da gangsta lyrics (featuring v-dog) - gangsta blac lyrics

(verse 1: gangsta blac)
stressed in the party back and now i’m the one that took to long
can it be i’m crunk and or is it that big chug is p-ssin’ on
family, friends, hoes, all ah my n-gg-s ridin’ rollie vogues
ridin’ p-ss me hollerin’ at me bury me a snizote hoe,
hard headed n-gg- b-tch, die by the trigger trick
chillin’ wid my n-gg- slick, kickin’ pimpin’ on a brick
every f–kin’ day, parkway chiefin’ plenty hay
what ya gotta say, gabay where a n-gg- stay
v-dog’s comin’ at ya wid the mind of lunatic
b-tch you cannot f–k with this, standin’ with the pistol grip
loadin’ up my sh-lls, i smells me an enemy
d-mn if a n-gg- don’t die ‘fore he get to me
ride with the luger let it go, let it f–kin’ go
man if for bricks, aww sh-t, we be in this hoe
down ’til we die, stay high never f–kin’ play
killers on the realer motherf–ka south parkway

hook:
v-dog plus the gangsta done kick that b-tch in
d-mn man, them f–kin’ n-gg-s done struck again
(call the police and tell them watch your back)

(verse 2: v-dog)
we from the south part ah town where the police we hate
ah lotta n-gg-s die young ah lotta b-tches get raped
so if you violate fool, your -ss we gon’ chase
nail ya coffin’ up, blow, shoot bricks in ya face
this sh-t is serious motherf–ka, so b-tch listen up
south memphis in this b-tch fool and we clickin’ up,
real n-gg-s out the midnight roamin’ the streets
it’s nuthin’ but real around
none ah you hoes won’t get chance to sleep
so close them curtains, and make sure all them doors locked
cause when we rush up in that b-tch fool somebody gon’ drop
call the police motherf–ka, we don’t give a f–k
you betta have a cellular phone cause all them phone lines is cut
lock your door, a note left on the dresser
face down on the floor, is where i left her
changed clothes in the alley, my body was numb
call the gangsta, yeah fool the job is done

hook

(verse 3: gangsta blac)
people all up in my head, put my cousin down to sleep
vietnam, here i come, see if you can deal with me
anna’s in the air, all you smell is the scent of sh-t
-gunshots-, kill you just for the f–k of it
pop i blow i smoke, i blow i smoke ’em out there just like gr-ss
s-p-v, r-i-c, creeped up on your monkey -ss
mitch-ll heights, b-v-d, l-m-g, and many more
s-p-l might as well get it cause you know the score
buck f–k stuck wid a duck, i don’t need this
big business motherf–ka be a witness
i was a fool cause back in school didn’t learn sh-t
totin’ a jewel it was a rule in the south sh-t
b is for blac, but i be back, wid some real sh-t
v is my dog, and he be strapped, wid a full clip
g-a-n-g-s-t-a comin’ from south parkway
smokin’ on a blunt ah hay,
d-mn what another say, b-tch!

hook (2x)

- gangsta blac lyrics

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