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[Kurupt]

Yeah Yeah

Gangsta like, uh huh

To all my O.G.'s and all my Y.G.'s

Daz Dillinger, Daz kurupt (dat nigga daz!)

[Xzibit]

I move bricks of yae, I freeze it with ice

I keep my business separate from my personal life

Me and my niggas hustle enough, move enough weight

To buy real estate, vehicles, paper weights, straight

Little niggas try to calculate the money I make

I ain't having it, I keep the gauge cocked in the kitchen cabinet

Grabbing it for any altercation

catch a permanent vacation fucking with the son of satan

And I ain't waiting for the one time to catch me

Arrest me, arraign me, humiliate then stress me

I'm at the crib trying to chill with my little kid

Had everything in controlled or at least I thought I did

Telephone rang, when I answered then they hung up

Three niggas kicked the front door with they guns up,

Cover my son up, and let the lead off

Get the pump to pumping, Xzibit took them niggas heads off (BITCH!)

[Chorus - 2X]

We living gangsta like (living the gangsta life)

Living the gangsta's life (living the gangsta life)

We living gangsta like (living the gangsta liiiiiife)

Living the gangsta's life

[Daz]

I wake up five in the morning, smoke a sac to the head

Sneak out the back, grab a strap, and dock and dogging the feds

Slanging hanging on the corner regulating the hood

Banging and robbing transporting the goods (nigga)

Popping and bugging up on the cell in my pocket

Grab my strap and cock it and see my homie hopping the fo's

Watch the young ho's jocking that gangsta life

Niggas is heated down to dump on site

Nah, I just swerve the boulavard and maintain the status of a G

Cuz ain't nothing but the hog in me

Niggas around my way don't get along with me (why?)

Because they jelous that I'm clocking more than thirty G's

Nigga, cocaine and weed was a main factor in my life, I'm coming up

I'm running on anybody who post and ran up

Everybody in my family path was jail

Heaven and hell, that's where my homies 'ill dwell

STRAIGHT GANGSTA!

[Chorus]

Chorus X2

[Bridge]

What would you do if you could

Get with my crew, baby

What would you do if you could down with the dog pound

[Kurupt]

Gangstas, just let it all go no games

No snitching allowed, spitting no names

I'm G?and You ain't?

I can?.and you can't?

Ever since you dropped names, your out of sight

Snitching on your homeboys, that ain't right

I always grew up since eighteen and up

With something to throw up, what hood we threw up? (Dogg Pound Gangstas)

Blast backs at times we got bust at

Turn around, bust back then scat

Moving on up to the top of the map

Cuz gangstas 'ill be here 'till the curl come back

This is our world, land of the gangsta macks

Controlled by the blue and red rags

Out here we ain't into ice

Just banging, dice, and the gangsta life

[Chorus]

Chorus X2

[Bridge]

Bridge X3

We live the gangsta life, live the gangsta life, we live the gangsta life

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