Hey homey
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I'm talking to you (That's right)
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I know you think it's cool (Shit)
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I used to think it was cool to be
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[Chorus:]
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Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, living wild and crazy
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Running in these streets
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I know you, homey, cause that used to be me
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Yeah, I know you homeboy, yeah, I know you, homey
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I know your pain, I know your mind, friend, I used to be me
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Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, living wild and crazy
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Running in these streets
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I know you, homey, cause that used to be me
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Yeah, I know you homeboy, yeah, I know you, homey
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I know the truth, we'll make it through and say you used to be you
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[Verse 1]
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Now homeboy, he was just a youngster, barely coming of age
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Taking flickas with his homeboys, holding up a twelve gauge
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His homeboys throwin' up the town, simon, they're proud of where they're from
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Vatos from the other town, they were to come if they want some
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His older homeboys drive in, and he's riding shotgun
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Bumpin' "Shotgun," hanging out the window with the shotgun
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They ain't got funds, but they got guns
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Yeah
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They might be young, but they don't run
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Fuck no
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They walk, with their chins up, they do chin ups
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Push ups and sit ups, roll a joint and go get lit up
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And go gang-bang and beat them fools til they don't get up
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And they don't stop, fuck no, homeboy, they don't let up
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They're from the west, and they duel to the death
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And there gonna be gang-banging til there's nobody left
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[Refrain:]
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Sound familiar
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Well then I'm talking to you
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I know about the crazy life and things I used to do, when I was
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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Bandanas and hairnets, T-shirts, Cortezes
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Maybe whinos, huaraches, zarapes, or a cascade
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Pennotens, or a big ben chaqueta
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With a cueta in his front right pocket, homeboy, neta
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Always creased up whether in Dickies or in Davises
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Smoking the good shit, the kind that makes you forget what day it is
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Not only is he on the calles, but he's claiming it
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Taggin' up the walls, scrap and scrapin' down the pavement
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Ain't got no jale, but he's looking for the payment
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There's other ways to make it, if not it, he just takes it
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La vida loca, women, liquor and drogas
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Smokin' juras, runnin' from la jura
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It's crazy, look around
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They can throw, one-on-one, from the chest so they can all get down
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[Repeat Refrain]
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Gangsta Gangsta
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| Lil' Rob |
