Yo, yo, yo
keep it gangsta
foand' real my niggaz
yo, yo, yo
me and my homies were chillinand' on da street
shootinand' and killinand' eand'ry wanderinand' nigga we see
we was smokinand' blunts on da east side, playa
just trippinand' and pimpinand' weand'z rides cuz dats how we do
gettinand' booty is numba one priority
numba two priority is keepinand' in style
we gots new threads and spinninand' rims
we bump on dem 40s rollinand' tru da hood
if we donand't, we ainand't cool
but a niggaz got to keep up wif da andquot;inandquot; crowd
if we donand't we isnand't shit
gotsta bling bling or we aint getting pussing
yeah, we make up words just to rhyme, nigga
weand's not talented, shit we donand't even play instruments
we only rhyme words which donand't even rhyme half da time
but i did just then, howdya like dat?
we puts dems words to a fake computa beat and then we let the cash roooollllllll in
hell yeah nigga, itand's dat easy
datand's how you get da money, hoes, cars, and cloze
as long as you is black, got da rhymes, and a computa
you can be rich and famous
fake white girls will wish they was black just like you
too bad they gots no life
all they do is rely on popularity, looks, or money
cuz we know they ainand't smart or talented or even likable
just like us, but theys are da ones keepinand' us rich, stupid bitches
yo, yo, yo
hell yeah nigga, datand's da gangsta battle cry
c-murder style
