A.N.G.S.T.A And now that I know the game I'll make sure that I keep it G.A.N.G.S.T.A A gangsta's for every day So make sure that you keep it G.A.N.G.
muhfuckers! (N.A.S.A. Music) Aww shit we bridging the gap! (N.A.S.A. Music) Weast coast , West coast, let's go! (N.A.S.A. Music uhhh)
his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!" A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a
[Chorus:] Hello Hinos The N-Dubz Woh Nanana It's N-Dubz Flip Flip N.Aa Uhuhuhuh Souths Finest N-Dubz North West Best N-Dubz N-Dubz Rep Cuz Uhuhuhuhuh [
's hot to death, so take a look back (look back) What I did, what I'm doin, where I take this (take that) It's kind of simple cause a n*gga just make
feel you touching me The way my body acts When your body moves like that It's science in control And we're the best lads It's in the D.N.A. No we build a tray So let the music
And it's a new day A sweet surrender To the music That's taking my heart I know you know me You know I got something happening And it's wonderful
the tune It's a real magic - big mama play her drum-a She's flying into trance like an Indian shaman Who's the Beatles? Where from is Peter Pan? Who's
Mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for
X [Verse 3] I take seven -- from ----- stand 'em all in line Add an AK - 47, a revolver, a nine A mack 11 and an all assault a problem of mine A natural old school a
a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!" A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint It's
at a movie on the tv last night Then I had a very funny notion, yeah I really had to write a song about it Then I’m gonna sing it in my rock’n roll band
the green eyed filled with jealousy It`s not the way its supposed to be, So c`mon ladies dance with me, And I`ll tell ya, No, n-n-n-n-n-no, no , no,
than a suicide Soul control, beat is the father of your rock 'n' roll Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band man Makin' a music, abuse it,
I do to them What they do to me It's all in C.H.A.N.G.E. Be at cha like a reflex And if your gonna just give me a minute And everything'll turn out lovely
let me talk to you for a minute, yeah i wanna tell you something) girl you need to be in magazines wit a crown on your head cause you's a ghetto queen
s sweatin' Forgettin' what's on their mind With your hand like a mirror You can see what's inside When you're down and out Conquer it, there's nothing that's
you I'm tearing it out. A simple goodnight, stop fighting, There's nothing left to even read about. I'm leaving you here my darling, to search for a
