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Utwór: 213 Tha gangsta clic

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     [Snoop Dogg]
  Hehe, yeah that's that shit right there
  Is this that shit that make a nigga just
  It remind me of, matter of fact I"ma tell y'all
  I wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all
  Check this out
  
  I slid up in a party where some suckers was at
  Out of bounds slipping fucking with this hood rat
  My homeboy told me that the bitch wasn't shit
  But I didn't give a fuck cuz this twin a Crip
  The first young nigga with a baseball cap
  Tried to hit a nigga up until he seen how we strut
  I'm like 'Nigga, take two steps back
  now lower your voice before you get pimp slapped'
  I know you seen me on your MTV raps
  Way back in the days when I was with Fab' Five Freddy
  I told you then, I told you now, boy I stay ready
  Don't sweat it, we'll get him and then met him
  Talk shit for a minute then deal with him
  Hail Mary, call Makavelli to come and save your ass
  Cuz I'ma put my Chucks up in it so quick and so fast
  You use some act-right like LaBetty
  and let you know that I'm the king of this motherfucking city
  Like Frank White, Nino Brown, John Gotti, Tony Soprano
  Joey Banana and the great Tony Montana
  All of 'em mixed in one fixed to done
  I like playing six-to-one
  This is fun, shooting my guns, counting my funds
  and walking on you bitch niggaz that run
  I'm from
  
  [Chorus - Snoop Dogg]
  213 the gangsta clicc
  21 motherfucking 3 nigga
  All we do is the gangsta shit
  Gangsta shit, biatch
  213 the gangsta clicc
  Haha and you know it, nigga
  All we do is the gangsta shit
  Y'all know what's happening
  Haha
  
  [Warren G]
  I shoot 'em up, I bang bang
  Or we can duke 'em up but you know you can't hang
  Still from the Beach, still a g thang
  213 in the house and you know how we came
  We came to party homie, so back up
  Plus up in the club, y'all don't have a body
  I bust guns, you bust guns
  Difference is my bullets probably touch the sun
  Want some? Come and get it
  On your marks, get set, blah!
  That's coming with it
  They won't stop, they'll get it, you don't get it
  It don't stop, still dont love bitches
  My G-niggaz, holler if ya hear me (Gangstas!)
  Speak it loud and clearly
  If you feel me raise your cups (East Side, Long Beach)
  Blaze it up
  And we from
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Nate Dogg]
  You can call me Lil' Meeno
  Crazy motherfucker plus I'm Texas C-Notes
  His finger on the trigger but it way too slow
  You didn't see me coming so we missing his dome
  213 and we gone
  You can call me Nate King Cole
  Smooth motherfucker when it come to these hos
  All damn dimes up in every area codes
  Gangsta shit, yep and all the hos know
  When they go rolling in the stretch Navigator
  We gon' get it baby girl now or later
  she said she wanted to play so I played her
  Made a promise to pay, but never paid her
  Ain't that a hater
  It's just she's a goddamn ho
  And all of my niggaz know
  They knowin' since '94
  Wherever we go, she gon' go
  
  [Chorus]
  

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