fuck are they yelling ? [Chorus] GANGSTA GANGSTA "That's what they yelling" - DR. DRE "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - EAZY-E GANGSTA GANGSTA
to curb, my nigga you can fuck what you heard You niggaz talk shit, pop that bitch, now swerve (take that) Yeah, I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta for life
gangsta wit it (Gangsta, gangsta) Get gangsta wit it (Gangsta, gangsta) We can get gangsta wit it (Stay gangsta) Get gangsta wit it (Gangsta, gangsta) We can get gangsta wit it (Gangsta, gangsta
when the real shit sell, we got a dance called the be yourself ... Watch them flip when the real shit sell, we got a dance called the Be Yourself Gangsta
All you rooty-poot, nickel-plated punk-ass bustaz You flossin on the Mob it's mandatory that we buck ya How ever could you call us gangstas, you little
spit at you Disrespect a gang that snitch on you Y'all punk ass niggas, man y'all some bitches too [Young Swoop] Who got some gangsta gangsta shit? (
Something about you Oh, could it be I finally found My destiny Now here you are Within my reach How did I miss you? (how did I miss you) When you were
Part of me Has Died And won't return And part of me Wants to hide The part that's burned Once, once Knew how to talk to you Once, once But not anymore
Sometimes I don't know if I'll make it Sometimes I wished I could walk away Sometimes I don't know if I'll make it through But you know I'm gonna
I woke up from my sleep to the sound of that voice From the words that I heard I had no choice They told me I had to turn around My assurance slowly
Thanks for the times That you've given me The memories are all in my mind And now that we've come To the end of our rainbow There's something I must
Every time we say goodbye I die a little Every time we say goodbye I wonder why a little (why you guys above me Who must be in the know) Say so little
Du lundi jusqu'au sam'di, Pour gagner des radis, Quand on a fait sans entrain Son p'tit truc quotidien, Subi le proprietaire, L'percepteur, la boulangere
[Noreaga and Maze] Yeah, break half the Dutch off Yeah this for them niggaz, can't be here Pour out half of that shit Pour out half of that shit, 'fore
a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin' Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta
Color me once, Color me twice, Everything gonna turn out nice. Everlasting love, you gotta keep me from these false alarms Alarm, alarm I seem so sad
Sometimes I wish I had a gun So you and I could be alone You?d be my hostage for the day And you?d do just what I say I?d aim it at your arms and make
A man can't look at a woman too long Who looks like you without having thoughts Run through his head and straight past his heart Well I might not stand