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Gangsta_Nation

Artist:Nate Dogg 

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Consider this an invitation to my Gangsta Nation Na na na na na na na na (Westside) Na na na na na na na na (Ohh, ohh) Na na na na na na na na (What? What?) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na (Yea) Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na This game right here is rough as fuck These hoes out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five years I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here so what the fuck Nigga, I'm tired of these niggas barkin' like shit talkin' like shit From the concrete when they chalkin' like shit And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back Holdin' a gat ain't gonna bust and know that It's a dub S C thang dub C brain (w) And we don't fuck with niggas and khaki jeans strains I'm fucked movin', I'm clearin' the crowd It's the who bangin' bandana criminal The original Evacuate the building, bitch, here come a plane No, it's the bad ass Westside Connect Gang And fuck what you plain, nigga, this who bang With enough game to drive a swear bitch insane And we number one gunners, no, we ain't stunners It's real with us homie, killaz and drug runners And Mack need a beat now in a H2 Hummer Lookin' hotter than a mothafuckin' L.A. summer Let's go This game right here is rough as fuck These hoes out here about the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five years I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up We still right here, so what the fuck What the fuck is Ice Cube talkin' about? That's how you get these nuts parked in you mouth Westside bitch, the same old shit I don't conversate with pussy, I ain't gon' get I don't holla at these hoes that sing like Ashanti Body like Beyonce, face like Andre (Uhh) Bitch, you kinda scrangay But I'm rich so my Andre got to be bomb rate Have you seen us, naw, haters can't see us Connect Gang we the G'est nigga Countless calls and countless charges Street niggas makin' blunts out of Cuban cigars Big by the linnas sip notic by the liters With a flock of pros on us 'cuz


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