[Mack 10]
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Yo, somethin dangerous man... (gangstaa...)
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[Chorus]
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Woooo, do you wanna pimp wit this guy
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Do a buck on a ninety-five
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Run with them hookers when they payin sheen
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Talk of sex-appeal, I was born gangsta...
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Shittt, don't play wit me, and in the game I'm as real as they come
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Threw the knife, baby, out of the sun
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Even a susperstar, Cuz I'm a gangsta...
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[W.C.]
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Now let's get one thing straight
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You fuckin with a nigga thats liable to catch a case
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I'll turn ya birthday into your worst day
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Bitch I'll have you on a high-speed chase on the first day
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Umm, try 'n throw, I'm so, affiliated
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This greenery got me sedated, I'm feelin faded
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Hood life, the life of a robber on chrome wires n switches
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A nigga wit mo' crimes to riches
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A ghetto jumpstart, Post it up with the tiny homies in my momma's front yard
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A hood pioneer, can't function without the smell of gunpowder
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And fish fryin' in the air
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I'm a sheist nigga, Check for ice nigga
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Bitch, You got the wrong nigga if you want a nice nigga
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I'm Dub C, fuck a MC, catch me in a MC on a buck twenty, Bitch fuck wit me...
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[Chorus]
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[Ice Cube]
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Some bitches don't believe I can spit that 'Izm
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Till they wind up wit dick all in 'em.
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Till they find theyself pullin' off denim
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Intoxicated, off this venom
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I kick game, big game, Nickname
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Insane, Ice Cube spit flame
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Yall niggaz gone feel it down-range
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Body feel strange (Blah!!) No brain
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I'm a throwback, that know how a gangsta do it and a hoe' act
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Get off tha dick if you don't wanna blow dat
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Cuz bitches trip the Bulls, act like Prozac.
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Now there's Gangsta-ism, and tribalism
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I'm only fuckin, wit survivalism
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Fo-fo to the do' is my religion, Now wha's yours
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Pray, before I bust yours...
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[Chorus]
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Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, gangsta...
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Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, I'm a gangsta...
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[Mack 10]
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Every time I come around bitches starin at me
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Point nigga Mack 10 from the Dub S-C
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Wit a L.A. fitted hat and a fresh white tee
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Fulla flair and pizzazz but I'm a straight up G
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Cocky cuz I'm rich, look good and I know it
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But I'm confused on what to be, a deep boy or poet
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Head is mandatory, bitch, there's so much to blow it
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If I do fall for you I refuse to show it
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So if you think I ain't pimpin, Man that shit is absurd
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I stay hard on 'em, fulla 'izm, fuck what chu heard
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You say you down for me, shit but thats only words
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Wanna show me love bitch, I wanna play wit a bird
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So regardless of the weather, bitch don't get the chedda'
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And keep big daddy ridin' two-three's or betta
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Wood on the dash wit the peanut-butta' leather
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And like that Al Qaeda love we can blow up togetha', Holla...
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[Chorus]
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Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, gangsta...
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Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, I'm a gangsta...
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Izm
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