Gangsta Music

Real Cali, Cali life. It's a party. Yeah, Yeah, For the coast. We gonna bang out. You hear me? I told 'em. That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout. Bangin' that gangsta music. Gangsta music. I'm throwin' a hood party at my house. Bangin' that gangsta music. Bangin' that gangsta music. Yeah. I'm bringin' back that true blue music, soo woop Music. Bang this shit, make a nigga wanna lose It. Nowadays I don't listen to the radio, 'cause they be playin' that bullshit, same old, Same old. I take seven skinny teen niggas and Put 'em in a line. Take seven skinny teen Niggas who think they can rhyme. Well it'll take seven more before I go for Mine. Now that's 21 squares served at the same Time. This new music they puttin' out ain't really Cali. Niggas doin' fag music straight from the Valley. I'm last Mohican left, that do hooks from The West. Legendary cocaine, I'm the last one left. Rest in peace to Nate Dogg, KMG, and Eazy-E. I promise you I'ma always keep it OG. I'ma always keep it OG. That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout. Bangin' that gangsta music. Gangsta music. I'm throwin' a hood party at my house. Bangin' that gangsta music. Bangin' that gangsta music. Look, slip if you wanna, trip if you wanna, Sip if you wanna. 8 Ball sippin', The homies all tippin'. Lookin' for a reason, nigga it's the season. Game over season, pushin' for a reason. Respect come first, everything else after family and The turf. Radio bangin' everything from the coast. That loyalty was royalty, your homies meant the Most. You ain't never tripped off a dingbat bitch. 'Cause the reason why we feudin's off a dingbat Bitch. The trip, silver satin to the head coast. The 2K's pushin' strictly for the West Coast. Ice Cube, Dr. Dre, today was a good day. Rest in peace Eazy-E, Spade, KMG, And Nate. Never will I hesitate, hate, Or discriminate. Player hate, I congratulate, Lift and elevate. That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout. Bangin' that gangsta music. Gangsta music. I'm throwin' a hood party at my house. Bangin' that gangsta music. Bangin' that gangsta music. Woke up in the mornin' on a Saturday. Today me and my niggas is throwin' a house Party. Throw on the Polo cologne, twist up some Homegrown. Penitentiary crease, Romeos and white T. I peel the Louis cover off on the ragtop Tray. With the peanut butter guts, Kenwood display. Candy paint on floss, shine up the gold toners. Hop in the whip, 'bout to bend a couple Corners. I like black Superman, fly above the law. Swine in the air when I'm dippin' down the Shore. Hit the 10 freeway, headed straight to the P. Roll into the hood to fuck with the Homies. Three homies in a circle gettin' the wig Split. Take the filter off the cigarette and dip That shit. I'm wetter than a backyard pool. On the way to the party bangin' niggas with Attitude. That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout. Bangin' that gangsta music. Gangsta music. I'm throwin' a hood party at my house. Bangin' that gangsta music. Bangin' that gangsta music. That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout. Bangin' that gangsta shit. It'll never die, homie. With Boss Man Hogg on the track, And Godson. Nigga, we gonna show you how the West was Won.