can freak it out, wut, we can freak it out We can freak it out, wut, we can freak it out... Verse 1: Noreaga/Kurupt You gone thug it out, gangsta style
out to my homies that was down from the get go like my homie cuz wasup dawg yeah wasup to my homie j-bird yeah ray ray kickin know what i'm sayin yeah I gotta say wasup to my homie
my two guns I move the dubs and let D move the 2-1's Not to mention all my No Limit niggaz now We do it G style like Big C-Style Represent that Long
, bitch-ass, funny style-ass Goofy, dusty, dirty, punk-ass motherfuckers Gangster nigga! (*laughing*) To all the homies (for the gangsters, for all the homies
nigga mr. d-a-z, Shout outs to my nigga mr. warren g, Shout outs to my nigga s-n-double o-p, Shout outs to my niggas c, style and me. Snoop (nate):
Master p singing: Tru niggas love weed and hoes Silkk talking: Yeah nigga Shit's real in the streets. Shit's real in the city. Everybody out there.
I peep that, you got a man, but you want a homie Love a friend, my sentiments exactly Get at me chorus [Karida Johnson] I like your style, can we
she was the shit (uh-huh) I seen her in the V.I.P. chillin with her clique (yeah) She hot mayne, I watched her (c'mon) I like her style She don't know
yo, Goldie Loc let's do this for the homies in the hood The dub, waddup No disrespect to them other hoods But this is where I'm from 3 2 1 I can't cum
that's proper pineapple crush i lust like gun thrust tough as an elephant tusk that moves bus hyena style when i laugh and foul lyrics that ripple like the waves of the nile p
Y'all can't be serious, this is A-1 Performance Your boy wit' the million-dollar vocal chords No more Cristal and DoM P, straight Gatorade And they say
till start the click Sterling lived a soldier, died a soldier Had respect for knockin' heads clean off the shoulder From the magnolia, all the players from that U.P.T. 1
basically just like my opinion The bars hoping the sun shines on them But you still gotta watch the phonies Watch your homies, we (*gunshots) got you homie
[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ] Fresh off the streets from the underground Nick-named MC Eiht, black brother gets down Came to dazzle with the hip-hop funk To let
But proceeded to moon me, I'm getting money nigga Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, VS 1 and 2 I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22 Get him a Maury flow
out I'm about to begin Scummie, mummie, I'm about to get my money Who got some on it, on the real I'm on, comes home with me Trippin' out with my homies
wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes And to this district system free soulja slim Cause they jocking our style ya heard me? Chorus: mac (master p
lady And massage me with hennessy and weed when she bathe me Chorus (2x) Steady Mobbin' #1: She gotta be a gangsta bitch bout that gangsta shit I'm living this gangsta life doing this mob-style