B-Legit - Where the Gangstas At Lyrics

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[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 ***** (caughing)
Yea, special dedication
To all my gangsta *****s and to all my gangsta *****es
(Im sick wit it tho, check it out)

I used to mash through the crowd
Makin *****es wonder "DAMN"
That ***** 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 *****s run up
They ****ed, now what

Huh, who's that?
(Kurupt, Mack 10)
That ***** Kurrupt
G'z up, hoes down, mutha****a blaze up
D.P.G.C. mutha****a g'd up
In all blue and grey all day always
Let the dogs out mutha****a
Hear the barking
See the homies G-walking gangsta talkin
*****es low on **** often very often
Lil beeyotch 135 pounds of all diaaack

I keep the house always stoppin them dubbs to the bay
Fina **** 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
*****s 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

Man I don't give a **** about a *****
Man I won't ever ever give em' ****
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 *****, now I'm a let my girl write my first verse

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, ***** you ****in 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