Gangsta's

Secretary: this is how we do it... this is how we do it
[phone ring]

Sec: last chance records, may i help you?
Oh, what's up girl! young nigga came over last night, and guess what.
He was a busta. but hold on a second.
Excuse me, may i help you?

Poison: yeah, i wanna see chester, i got an appointment with him.

Sec: won't you have a seat, he'll be with you shortly.

[door opens]

Sec: mr johnson, your 2:30 is here.

Mr j: eh, send him in. damn, your showing a little good today girl.

Sec: mr johnson will see you now.

Mr j: he heey! come on in here boy, see i told you you was goin' be
A star, didn't i?

P: man, fuck being a star, i want some motherfucking money man, you ow
Me
Some money.

Mr j: man, money! wha???

P: man, my record went double platinum, what the fuck is you talkin'
About!

Mr j: let me...

P: fuck that!

[gun shot]

Mr j: aaooww! you didn't have to shoot me...

P: yeah, muthafucka, now fuck that! it's too late for that shit!

[ 7 gun shots]

Sec: aaaw, you shot mr johnson!

[2 gunshots]

P: shut up, bitch!

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize nothing's left
Cause I've been blasting and laughing so long that even
My mama thinks my minds gone but I ain't never crossed
A man that didn't deserve it.
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you're talking and where you're walking
Or you and your homies might lined in chalk

I really hate the trip but I gotta loc
As the croak I see myself in the pistol smoke
Fool! I'm the kinda g that little homies wanna be like
All my knees in the night
Saying prayers in the street light..

( chorus )
Been spending most of our lives living in the gangsta's paradise (x2)
Keep spending most of our lives living in the gangsta's paradise (x2)

Look at the situation, they got me facing
I can never live a normal life, I was raised by the street
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching got me chasing dreams
I'm a educated fool with money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'd gangsta set trippin banger
And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger
Fool! death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away
I'm living life, do or die what can I say
I'm twenty-three now , will I live to see twenty-four
The way things are going I don't know

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me
( chorus )

Power in the money , money in the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybodys running but half ain't looking
What's going on in the kitchen but don't know what's cookin'
They say I gotta learn but nobody's here to teach me
If they cant understand it, how can they reach me
I guess they can't , I guess they won't , I guess they front
That's why my life is outta luck fool !

(chorus )
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me ( x2 )

Verse one: malika
Steppin up out the shadows i comes equipped to wreck
Hold up just a sec coolio i'm on deck (malika)
Yes the diction is on point
Causin, friction when i flex up the jaw or hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like gotti
Like the body cool, keep the scrap for the naughty
Niggie trippin why you scheme so don't step up with no bullshit
See that there it's clip for this stickup on the hip
Peep the correct way to get your pimp on
Let me hit the bong oh and my mind's quite strong
Wreck it nice and proper if it's on i'm finsta to stop her
If i'm swingin for the knockout, best believe i'm fit to drop her
Ninety-five's on pocket, representin i keep stompin
Throw up my fists just like this when i'm mobbin
Verse two: shorty

I killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive
I'm deep like d-cell with my crimson tide, nigga
Like chaka khan, i tell you something good
I'm hi-c like spike lee with a tale from the hood
You need it, i'll feed it, baby check the size
Have you goin down like mary j. blige
When it's popping like this, you can't be a coward
Shorty freaks fuckin beats like adina howard
My squad, is hard, with players, and hustlers
No toleration, for fakers and busters
Fuckin with me with all honesty
You get bombed rap songs coming constantly
Bumpin g-15's, westside scene
Killin the competition, while making a fuckin green
So ring, around the rosie, and mosey to the rosie
And i want you to know g

Chorus:

We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us
So what's the time? it's time to get paid
Why you bust your rhyme? cause i got skills

We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us
So what's the time? it's time to get paid
Why you bust your rhyme? cause that's how i bail

Verse three: leek ratt (of 40 thevz)

Watch me swallow this nickel and shit five pennies
I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is kinda skinny
How many linny and squidgy think they can see me?
I'm from compton where even in the summer niggaz wear beanies
Bustin lyrics sharper than razor blades catch it from head to toe
If you're shocked, then amazed, when you see me at my stage show
For my stage show beat em up
40 thevz gettin busy rockin coast to coast
Dogs the most rap the hoes then rocks em up
Givin it up for hip-hop vicitims how should i drop em and then pop em
For poppin like to get what i got, and i ain't got a whole lot of nuthin
Cuz i been ruffin and scuffin so give it up when i'm bustin or get to duckin
Cuz i ain't given em nuthin
Fools can't get none, so fuck em!

Verse four: ps

Let me rock the motherfuckin mic
Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, then fight all night
I got jabs like a welterweight champion
The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packin
Quick to get it crackin
Went from jackin to rappin to runnin with a pack of mad men
Pull a trick out my sleeve like aladdin
Some fool tried to play me for a punk i had to have him like
Lunch or dinner, he's just a beginner
Fuckin with a winner, number one contender top dog
Head nigga in charge runnin with a group of hogs
40 thevz, maad circle, cat, and crowbar
Best to put your daughterwack ass rappers get tossed uptrying to come in here with that garbagemy crew see the dopest and the hardest
So clear the path or get your punk ass bogart-ed

Chorus 1/2

Verse five: ras kass

I peep game and get recognized, biting on the hard liquor
Toothpick and beedy-dyin
Bitch you got dealt, peeled your cap the other way
Like a reversible louis-vitton gucci belt
And ain't nothin crackin
For them niggaz steppin up with the funk i'm packin tinactin
Cuz i be earnin stripes in tight bunches
All the homies carry nines i carry rhymes with sucker punches
What? tootsie, my knees don't bend
Just like that actor hoffman i be dustin off men often
Jay-walking over your coffin with an eleven shot loss and
Jaw wrecked that osten won't soften you're lost and
See arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like orkin
Stalkin lofts men to new york and in between
So take caution, leave the flossin for dental hygeine
Mental plus my gene equals nasty young bastard
The raps be lung mastered takin vinyl virginity
Coincidentally i run shit like walter payton
Niggaz player hatin cause i spoke like a dayton
I hit the face like ron carter at the corner when
C and b came strollin
Blowin niggaz up like when mookie's stupid ass got caught smokin
Figure, your stigma is lack of enigma
So bitch-ass niggaz better step, like the delta sigma thetas

Verse six: coolio

We don't give a fuck, fools better duck
39 deep in the back of wino's truck
Like robbin in the paint, fool think i ain't?
Your crew is on stank, that's why i'm pullin rank
I rev like a motor float on like a boat to
Kick a style like tical from here to north dakota
The ambassador of funk with amps in the trunk
And when it's time to rock a mic i won't be no punk
I bring death to the evil and power to the people
My name ain't steve miller but i fly like an eagle
Don't play me for a chump, i get around like gump
And i, got more con in my verse than chuck
And you don't want no motherfuckin problems here
Cuz i can round up a posse like paul revere
Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out
Burned up like a cookout, so fools better look out

Verse seven: wc

Fresh out the penalty box
Sportin a stockin cap, cut off dickies, and some high-top striped socks
The freestyle finatic pyschosomatic back at it causin static
With lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket
The last in line but one of the first to get wit cha
Bringin more terror to mc's than a michigan militia
Click click boom, nigga fuck your crew
It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin over pissin in your stage monitor
Socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams
You best to wake up and apoligize
Niggaz penetentiary yearn me cuz i, burn like parker
But anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a pair of blu blockers
The lyrical night stalker stalkin at night in a pair of creased khakis
Chuck taylors, my pistol grip tight
Dub-c, that nigga from westside maad circle
Ay man! ay ay.
What's up wino?
Uh like loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here
Are we out?
Yeah yeah fuck it
Fuck it, maad circle bitch!

I love it when we're cruisin' together
I love it when we're cruisin' together
Baby get in we fixin' to cruise till we can't
You got the drink i got the denk and we done stopped at the bank
Sunbeamin' this weekend heading down that beach way
Messin' with my girl's hair one of them games that we play
Braids bouncin to the beat feel me coming down the street
She gotta be a freak if she's sittin' next to me so
Shine up your hoopty and fall in line
Bring your honey if she's fine and we gon have a good time
To the outskirts of first buzzin off the erky jerks
Swoopin while i puts in work now watch me skirt
I heard 'em callin' me but then i ball and see
Cause if you're ballin' me you got your own set of keys
The breeze is hittin' don't think you'll catch me strippin'
40 thevz wino and gat got that back when we're dippin
To the west coast down south in your direction
Throwin up the hood cruisin' come on we jettin'

I love it when we're cruisin' together
Cruisin' is made for love
Cruisin' is made for us
I love it when we're cruisin' together
Cruisin' is made for love
Cruisin' is made for us

Come on in my lap get in an' twist the cap
Hand him the jizz back clowin up the coast like that
Take a ray all nice in back seat pete
Just do a rollin' top down ready to hit the street
Shoulder to shoulder turn their heads cause it's a black thing
Sport in a 'vette brings me strapped won't be no jacket
Consider that chocolate, mixed with that tie
Wind be on my neck the beach caress my thighs now i hope he's high
Ready to get my groove on so i'm playing teams
Know when he's feelin' me, and what those feelin's be
Kinda' flossy cause tossy we do it on seat tip
Snuggled up freaky dick give the drink a sip
Leaning on his chest i feel security
Just my man and me against the world you understandin' me
Cruisin' till the sunsets yep we'll be headin out
Dippin' through the city me and my niggys what i'm talkin about

I love it when we're cruisin' together
Cruisin' is made for love
Cruisin' is made for us
I love it when we're cruisin' together
Cruisin' is made for love
Cruisin' is made for us

Sunday afternoons in the tape deck
My woman's on the right lookin bomb for this trek deck
Floatin' on the freeway at a cool 65
Malika rolls the top so's i can feel that rocky mountain high yeah
Take the wheel while i shake off this hairbrush
Yep i'm down the bus like no one like what
Watchin' the sunset be the flyest with the top down
Park up at the spot i ain't gonna front i'm tryin to mess around
Your homies still around
Yeah they busy though
That's all i need to know roll up the windows and lock the door
It's all that poppin on that cooze got me worked up
Turn up the beat and bump in-between the seats some
Yeah that's how we do it on the western hemisphere
All my homies be a man cause ain't no pretendin'
Cruisin feel the wind blow my brain back
Trippin off into the night bumpin' to a fat track yeah

I love it when we're cruisin' together
Cruisin' is made for love
Cruisin' is made for us
I love it when we're cruisin' together
Cruisin' is made for love
Cruisin' is made for us

I love it when we're cruisin' together
Cruisin' is made for love
Cruisin' is made for us
I love it when we're cruisin' together
Cruisin' is made for love
Cruisin' is made for us

When i was fifteen years old
Straight dog game i was told
I went from selling pennies in a writers dike
Time and ass through the psychic breaker
Situation critical phone home
Phone home
Talk about my digital
Call phone
Ya seen a boatload of situations
Fedanglelations invalid ghetto pass late ass registrations
Boy i tell you she was pitiful
Damn
Hopefully repentable
Get it right
I try to stay away from artificial plastic ass
Blow the motherfucking individual
Exercise your game man
Cause things is changin' and rearrangin'
Exercise your game man
Just use your brain man don't run the same game
Exercise your game man
Fertilize your grass player get that cash
Exercise your game man
But you gotta make it last

One low loco gone ride away
Into the sunset but i ain't done yet
Respect yourself and wear your best
Keep your guard up cause we'll be hard up
When your hittin' dips better check your clip
And watch the police and the bloods and the crips
Anyway you do it gotta pay your dues
Keep one in the chamber cause the shoes always loose
Rubber wheels beat rubber heels anyday
Put the green in your jeans and get the hoes out your halo
Or you can stay broke while your homies is rollin smokes
And sippin yak and smokin denk and tellin' jokes
Babap babap
Fool you get laughed at
I worked to hard for mine to let you take a dime
No pain no gain no pocket change
Prepare yourself for battle
Exercise your game

Exercise your game man
Make your money grow don't you be no ho though
Exercise your game man
Keep your work so tight to make your stash stay right and
Exercise your game man
Fertilize your grass player get your cash
Exercise your game man
Player get your coins be like donald goin's

Have heart have money ride
Have heart have money man

I got next you wanna run with me homey
Well i don't need players in the paint that can't do nothing for me
Show me get down nigga we can make something happen
I'm west coast east side hoodlum gansta rappin
Niggas say you want to be affiliated
Well let me warn you i'm the kinda player that's really hated
I'm rated x like malcolm e-40 coolio and kam sprinkle game like talcum
You won't to make money in this game well let me show you
How to do for self cause ain't nobody gonna do it for you
Oh you frontin' like lint if you waitin on the mystery god
Cause ain't nobody gonna give you shit
You got's to get up off your ass and put yourself in heaven on earth
Before you pass and exercise your game
Exercise your game fool

Peep game from a young ass
Rollin on the one way
Foot to the gas got that indo mixed with hash
Monday through sunday and all in-between
I fend for my papers my self and my dream
Ain't no busters or no suckers on my team or wear my patches
Call the pimp
You can call me the rat
Watch my feet hit the track ain't no lookin' back
I'm on a mission trying to put my fucking click on a mac
But these niggas don't know the half
Runnin with riff raff but i got some game for your bitch ass
Cause your game is weaker than an anorexic
I exercise my game until i had my game perfected
I wrote the game on paper then i put the game on record
You better check it nigga don't you every disrespect it

E-x-e-c-i-s-e-y-o-g-a-m-e-4-g
Thevz in the house better exercise yo' game
Exercise yo' game

Have heart have money ride
Have heart have money man
Yell-o yell-o

Exercise yo game man
Make your money grow don't you be no ho though
Exercise yo game man
Keep your work so tight to make your stash stay right and
Exercise yo game man
Fertilize your grass player get that cash and
Exercise you game man
But you gotta make it last

This is some of the lingua-fringa of da funk business,
And people come from miles around with an almost religious
Devotion to get on down.....

-- chorus --
1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor
Gotta gotta get up to get down
Gotta gotta get up to get down

Rhyme 1:
What up everybody, so glad you're here
It's coolio wit' the flow back in your ear
This ain't the fantastic voyage, but i'm still on a mission,
To see if i can get your attention

Now i want to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk

When i'm on the street, you gotta feel my beat, so
Throw your hands up if you're down with the c
Double o, l, i, o with the flow
I'm lookin' for the party, so betta nigga know

1 2 3, it's like a b c
If hip hop didn't pay, i'd rap for free
Slide, slide, but that's that past
I got sumpin' brand new for that ass

-- chorus --

Rhyme 2:
If you got beefed, then nigga eat a porkchop
Once i get it goin', you know it don't stop
I break like dandylocks, panties drop,
From hood to hood, block to block

Help, i need somebody
To get it goin' on in this party
Baby you can do it, take

I'm seein' bodiez in the alley and blood in the valley
From the shores of maine all the way to compton cali
I'm callin' rally to the homies in the street light
Take a real close at what it look like
A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on whit
The first thing momma told him was don't take no shit
Playin tag with body bag,
Bullets,
And bloody rag
And did you put the dodge on the toe tag?
Whoever the man today, might not be the man tomarrow
Cuz life is full of hardships, pimpslaps, and sorrow
Ya gotta believe in something, but whatever ya do
Make sure what you believe is real and true
Fuck the liez an' alibiez an' come to realize
My vision won't assault of wasted on blind lil' eyes
Like a t an' t ya gotta make a switch
O' get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch....



-chorus-
When the revolution come i'm gonna be up front
With my finga on the trigga of a mossburgh pump
When the revolution come i'm gonna be right there
With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair




I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah
Lootin' an' shootin'
I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' troops in
Niggaz don't be doin' what they 'posed to do
They betta post on the corna with the busta crew
Playin' games i used to play back in '79
With the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie
If you want some respect ya won't be individual
On the nigga nuts cuz he rollin' in the sixty-fo'
Yo favorite line is fuck all a y'all
But one day there's gonna be a final call
That's why i'm rollin' deep in the motherfuckin' jeep
Always on the peep an' my crew don't fall asleep
So pull your money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle
This ain't no roosta ass chicken george nigga on a fiddle, huh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
In my mothafuckin' self i trust....




-chorus-




Way back in the dayz we used to sling 'em in the street
But now when niggaz get beat
They wanna go an' get their heat
Everybody know that you know how to kill
But tell me do you how to let a nigga live
I gotta dream that maybe one day
Niggaz can't fight then walk away
I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them pistols up, an'
Shoot 'em from the shoulders
To show them you can hold your
I sing the song of the fight of the black man
In america
In a state of hysteria
No longa will i accept the second rate
I plan to set the record straight b'fore i disobey
Its the one - two combination punch to the throat
There's a hole in ya boat bitch
That's all she wrote
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
In my mothafuckin' self i trust....




-chorus-




When the revolution come i'm gonna be straight loc
Goin' out in a cloud of pistol smoke
The revolution come...........
........the revolution come.

Starlight
Starbright
First star i see tonight
I wish i may
I wish i might
Get this lick i try to hit tonight....


Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me


Everytime i think about it i still can't understand
What night these niggaz think they don't need a plan
Cuz if you don't have a plan, then
Tell me what you got
The old get rich quick scheme
Or bust her ass broc
Niggaz be punkin' out loc
Dyin' over nothin'
It's the ghetto witchdoctor with another loco potion
Hickory
Dickory
Thievory
Trickory
Povorty
Misory
Pleads to insanoty
Homocide
Rivalry
Garnd theft buglory
Purgory
Emergency surgory
A.p.b.
They lookin' for a g
You ran through a field
Hopped a fence
And climbed a tree
9-1-1
Here they come for him
Nigga wit' a gun
Now your ass is done
Ain't nowhere to hide
Ain't nowhere to run
Cuz the helicopter light's as bright as the sun....



(chorus)
Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me
Bright as the sun
Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me
Bright as the sun




It seems nowadays
Just to get some respect
Ya gots to roll a lex and collect a fat check
Or come around the corner on 3 hobbit
Blockin' up the street
Flossin' back on your keys
An' everybody's sayin' you're the man loc
Never broke
An' high off that pream old smoke
Sippin' in the seat
Rollin' in the ragtop chevy '63
The p.i.m.p.
On top of the game
But now you're gettin' laid
Cuz that gak weed o' yay is playin' tricks on your brain
You're lookin' for a way out
Before your game play out
Cuz once you game play out
Ya lose all ya' kriz out
Late one night you was rollin' down the block
With a half a pint of yat and the twenty dollar rock
One-time got behind you and they told you to stop
But you kept rollin' cuz ya said you wasn't broke
Out like a sucka
You dumb mothafucka
Now the chase is on
An' here go the song
How the hell do you think you can run
When the helicopter light's as bright as the sun




-chorus-




Lockdown since the '80 situation number three, a
Nigga is released from the penitentary
Fools betta recognize
An' visualize
Don't be suprized
Ya betta realize
They gotta plan fo' your ass, a
Cage for the mask, so
If you're rollin' dirty ya then ya betta have a stash
Spot in your whoopty
An' know the whoompty whoofty
When the whoompty whafty is done unto you, see
He don't know the new game
B'cuz the new game ain't true game
Well he betta catch her quick
Becuz the old game is runnin'
Nine is his waist
That's the new game loc, cuz
If you ain't heated then you might get smoked
He was walkin' down the street
Mindin' his business
Just happy to be free
And what do we see?
From the corner of his house
Here come one-time
So off he dashed
Like they set fire to his ass
Cuz if he get caught
It's strike number three
An' this might be his last day on the street
I bet next time you'll listen when i tell ya son
That the helicopter light's as bright as the sun



-chorus(extended)-