Keepin' It Gangsta

That's Red Eye. How does his face hurt? Gangsta. It's Like I leave my summer home every day. The sun's always out 'cause I live in LA. I come to the studio just to play. Passing all the ladies as they on display. I park the whip and I tip the valet. Go to the booth where I spit and I Spray. Then I crunch numbers just to get that Pay. Lunchtime comes and I hit the cafe. Seeing all the stripping chicks getting lingerie. And I make comments while I sip a latte. Maybe write a verse or order an entree. I might be with Roberta or my friend Trace. Dan's there working on a screenplay. Could be Olivier speaking français. Or one of the many girls from around the Way. But that's how I do and I'm doing Okay. Keep it gangsta. Gangsta, gangsta. Keep it gangsta. Gangsta, gangsta. Keep it gangsta. Gangsta, gangsta. Keep it gangsta. Gangsta, gangsta. Keep it gangsta. So damn sweet Just to be me. I hit the street in An afternoon breeze. You can see me at a half past three. I'm on Hollywood Boulevard and then Chinese. Slanging CDs just to get that cheese. And other MCs that ain't got fees. Need to make a trade, I do it ease. Sixteen bars if you like my steez. Or you can see me and hear me speak. I spit poetry and flow from the street. A different place every day of the week. An open mic or MIB. My own concert that costs a C. You ain't got a ticket, it's up my sleeve. Whatever you need, just be discreet. And I'll make it so, yo, gangsta please. Keep it gangsta. Gangsta, gangsta. Keep it gangsta. Gangsta, gangsta. Keep gangsta. Gangsta, gangsta. Keep it gangsta. Gangsta, gangsta. Keep it gangsta. Evening time comes and I get some grub. At the store with no more than a dub. I get enough groceries to fill the tub. At the studio, there's produce to scrub. I use a lot of spice, those ask what's Up. Little Heat Man gives his gut a rub. I see Mr. Will still tapping his chub. On the phone is Trey, he's arranging stuff. Everyone eats till we've had enough. It's cooking with the rapper then after get a Cup. I tip the dome back then roam to The pub. Have a few drinks then dip to The club. Every day's a celebration so I'm taking A chug. Jump on the floor and I cut A rug. End it with a lady, maybe making Some love. Next day, same way, Gangsta cuz. Keep gangsta. Gangsta, gangsta. Keep it gangsta. Gangsta, gangsta. Keep It gangsta. Gangsta, gangsta. Keep it gangsta. Gangsta, gangsta. Keep it gangsta. Hey, what's good? Who's Hungry?