[B-Legit] (Kurupt) (Gangsta time) Where my gangstas at? (Gangsta ville) Where all my gangstas at? (You know it ain't a gangsta ville withoout a dog pound) And a hog nigga (caughing) Yea, special dedication To all my gangsta niggas and to all my gangsta bitches (Im sick wit it tho, check it out)
[B-Legit] I used to mash through the crowd Makin bitches wonder "DAMN" That nigga be -Legit's the man It was 65 grand for the land Fo 5 O, 4x4, hit the strip slow windows on tint so they can't look in Its me the kingpin hit and Mac 10 On a trip about to hit up the 6 Should I give up, them niggas run up They fucked, now what
Huh, who's that? (Kurupt, Mack 10) That nigga Kurrupt G'z up, hoes down, muthafucka blaze up D.P.G.C. muthafucka g'd up In all blue and grey all day always Let the dogs out muthafucka Hear the barking See the homies G-walking gangsta talkin Bitches low on dick often very often Lil beeyotch 135 pounds of all diaaack
I keep the house always stoppin them dubbs to the bay Fina fuck with be cousin and E fo tay From my hood to yo' town its all about the cash Got the check and the hoe checkin off in the stash don't worry bout' nathan, we out there slangin Mac n' Kurrupt stay down for whobangin Keep a fat sack of dope n' fo sho I'm Dealy Maine, the first foo crossin fo sho I'll kill em' Where the gangstas at?
[Chorus 4x] Where the gangstas at? Where the gangstas at? Tell me where the homies and the gangstas at!
[Mack 10] We gone keep it gangsta ain't go to pop Push the six double O and the Rarri drop Get the two tickets spread on top of the hill Niggas bellin em' chucks makin over a mill Keep the studio full of groupie hoes and choosas In the gut bruisas n' three time losers Mac 10 still thuggin, that's what's expected And I vow to keep it ruff as long as I'm connected
[Kurupt] Man I don't give a fuck about a bitch Man I won't ever ever give em' shit I hit the switch about 5 times Then I make a switch and bust 5 rymes Swerve wit a homie that can serve 5 verbes Man that's the life then go home to my wife With my pistol (??) (??) Retire a nigga, now I'm a let my girl write my first verse
[B-Legit] I hear it's funk on board, they need to let that go Got killas gettin down for a brick of snow And for the right doe have your head chopped Tag the drug, bitch you fuckin with thugs No time for pleasures, I got mills to buy judges They rush us, tryin to touch us They bust us, no we all burn for scraps So tell me where the homies and my gangstas at